Never mind, we're under attack!

Percy's train of thought was interrupted by a humming sound.

"What the hell?" Percy wondered. Then he saw it. Outside his window - the same one Roni had just peeked out of - was... something.

It looked kind of like those personal drones you could get for a few hundred bucks - about the size of a book, with four propellers around the corners. This one, though, looked mean.

"Oh shit..." Roni exclaimed upon seeing the drone. "We have to run!"

Before the two could react, the drone extended a sharp pointy appendage, and flew right through the window! Then it stopped, as if surveying the surroundings.

"Fuck, my parents are gonna kill me" Percy muttered, eyeing the shattered glass on his carpet.

"Never mind that, grab the thing and let's go!" Roni commanded, a trace of panic in her voice.

Percy looked around, trying to find the contraband. Evidently he had dropped it when his window had been so rudely broken. Then, he saw it. The drone's appendage had opened into a claw, and it was holding the collar. And somehow, the collar was open!

"Uh... Roni?" Percy asked. "Why does it have the collar?"

"It what?!" Grab the helmet, quick!" Roni said as she also dived to the ground, looking for the helmet. Percy caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye - it had rolled half under his bed.

"To your left!" he said. Roni turned, trying to find it.

Roni reached for the helmet, as Percy did too.

The drone flew right at Roni... and clicked the collar shut over her neck.

Roni froze, and began to shake. "Grab it! Fast!"

Percy dove for the helmet, hugging it. Behind him, he heard a clicking sound as the drone began to shift its arm again. "Got it!" But the drone's arm, now on a giant cable, snaked in and also grabbed the helmet. "Fuck!"

Roni stood as Percy wrestled with the drone. He was losing.

"Please don't let it get away!" Roni whimpered as she clawed at the collar. "This thing doesn't come off!"

"What? How do people take it off then?" Percy yelled as he readjusted his grip, **** to keep hold. If the drone got it, then Roni would...

Roni would soon become someone's puppet. And who knows what they'd do to her... or as her. Or have her do to him.

"It only comes off through the helmet..." Roni said. "That's it! Put on the helmet and smash the drone!"

Percy never thought Roni would end up his puppet... but now wasn't the time for thoughts like that. Tucking his head in, Percy slammed the helmet down on his head.

A spark flitted across his eyes, then his vision went black.

It returned almost immediately, except he was now standing. And he was looking down at the drone... and his body! The spark must have temporarily disoriented the drone, as it didn't seem to be pulling hard on the helmet anymore.

Percy lifted a leg - a slim leg wearing a heavy biker boot - and punted the drone as hard as he could.

The drone crashed into the wall, one of the propellers bent and no longer spinning. Well damn, that was some kick. He ran up and stomped on it a few times, even jumping for good measure.

When the drone was mangled, with no signs of life anymore, Percy let himself relax. His breath was heavy, and...

It only then occurred to Percy that he was, in fact, in Roni's body. A quick look down confirmed it as he saw her jacket and black top, her breasts, and her leather pants and biker boots.

Idly wondering if she was still somehow awake - the news hadn't said that much about this tech - he suddenly felt a presence at the back of his mind. Reaching for it, he found... controls?

Percy quickly learned that Roni was basically completely blacked out, and would have no memory of his actions in her body. He also learned that he could wake her up and have her a passenger - but they wouldn't be able to communicate. Then there were all the other knobs like pain sensitivity... and a release. Aha.

But then Percy, who despite not having romantic feelings for Roni, couldn't deny that she was attractive. And that he would likely never get this close to her again.

But that felt wrong...

But it was a once in a lifetime opportunity...

As the proverbial angel and devil on his shoulders whispered into his ears, he decided.