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camfieldBEHOLD THE MAGICALLY SIZE CHANGING WHEELIE!
Also. If you don't want to read about Wheelie having sex, don't click the link. Because he does.
I claim no emotional trauma you may incur after reading this. Seriously. Read at your own risk.
:'D
Anon comments enabled suckas. Tell me all your nasty feels.
"Oh Wheelie, you have such nice lubricated gears; gears"
Wheelie flexed his arm again, the gears sliding smoothly against each other. Each groove fitting neatly against the others as the arm bent.
“Wheelie is sure that you’ll see more, because he has something big in store!”
With that, he promptly extended his spike, standing proudly and a bit defiantly before Shrapnel. “Like the view? It’s all for you. Though I’m only a vorn, this was MADE for porn! I may be a child, but I’m going to go wild!
Shrapnel clicked his teeth. "Shrapnel needs more; more!"
Wheelie let his spike sway, pointing Shrapnel to the berth. "Better get down, before I go to town."
Shrapnel dropped to his hands and knees. Wings buzzing with anticipation. "Better make it good, Autobot; bot!"
“Wheelie’s bad to the core, you’ll be begging for more!” Wheelie positioned himself behind the Insecticon and smoothly thrust forward, Shrapnel ZZZzzzzzZZZz’d with pleasure as he felt the long, thick spike tenderly stroking over his most intimate of areas. <3
The yellow bot humped his partner, every now and then smacking his hand down on the wiggling aft. Grunting as he squatted just a little, changing the angle and whistling through his bill at the sensation.
“Don’t stop, stop, or I’ll kill you; you!
A hand came down on Shrapnel’s aft again, hard enough that the bug gave a sharp buzz.
“Don’t dare tell me what to do, or you’ll be sorry when we’re through!”
“I like it rough; rough! Come on Autobot, let me have it; it!”
So Wheelie slammed his hands onto either side of Shrapnel’s aft and held him fast, clanging into him with so much force that dents appeared with each thrust. A steady high pitched whine echoing in the room and Wheelie could feel the Insecticon’s torso vibrating, the delicious feel of it coming through valve walls to send zings of charge through his system. “When I get done your poor valve, is going to need a jar of salve!”
In response Shrapnel just spread his legs wider, tilting his hips and shuddering as Wheelie’s spike rasped over the front lining of his valve. Calipers clenching around it in a rhythmic pattern that made Wheelie give a high pitched groan, his voice dissolving into static as his vocalizer shorted out for a klick. The robotic equivalent of his voice cracking.
The door to the storage room suddenly opened, both Shrapnel and Wheelie starting as Ratchet walked in. Cycling his optics as he took in the scene. Mouth hanging open as Wheelie pulled himself out of Shrapnel, much to the bug’s protests, and turned to fully face the medic.
“Either get out the door, or get on the floor!”
Ratchet suddenly emitted a high pitched whine, his optics going BSOD blue. Crashing to the floor face first.
Wheelie stroked the opening to Shrapnel’s valve, letting his fingers push inside. The insecticon RrrrrRRrrrr’ing, a warning growl. “Get back inside; side!”
So Wheelie did. Bringing Shrapnel to a buzzing overload before moving between Ratchet’s heavy legs. Pushing them one by one to the side before pulling out a screwdriver and popping Ratchet open. Sticking his head inside, working an arm in one at a time. Twisting and turning until he finally drew his legs up inside, curled up, and dropped off into recharge sucking the nearest protruding sensor node instead of his thumb.
When Ratchet overloaded while still in stasis, Wheelie just sighed and rolled over. Enjoying the burst of warmth that covered him from head to toe.
Also. If you don't want to read about Wheelie having sex, don't click the link. Because he does.
I claim no emotional trauma you may incur after reading this. Seriously. Read at your own risk.
:'D
Anon comments enabled suckas. Tell me all your nasty feels.
"Oh Wheelie, you have such nice lubricated gears; gears"
Wheelie flexed his arm again, the gears sliding smoothly against each other. Each groove fitting neatly against the others as the arm bent.
“Wheelie is sure that you’ll see more, because he has something big in store!”
With that, he promptly extended his spike, standing proudly and a bit defiantly before Shrapnel. “Like the view? It’s all for you. Though I’m only a vorn, this was MADE for porn! I may be a child, but I’m going to go wild!
Shrapnel clicked his teeth. "Shrapnel needs more; more!"
Wheelie let his spike sway, pointing Shrapnel to the berth. "Better get down, before I go to town."
Shrapnel dropped to his hands and knees. Wings buzzing with anticipation. "Better make it good, Autobot; bot!"
“Wheelie’s bad to the core, you’ll be begging for more!” Wheelie positioned himself behind the Insecticon and smoothly thrust forward, Shrapnel ZZZzzzzzZZZz’d with pleasure as he felt the long, thick spike tenderly stroking over his most intimate of areas. <3
The yellow bot humped his partner, every now and then smacking his hand down on the wiggling aft. Grunting as he squatted just a little, changing the angle and whistling through his bill at the sensation.
“Don’t stop, stop, or I’ll kill you; you!
A hand came down on Shrapnel’s aft again, hard enough that the bug gave a sharp buzz.
“Don’t dare tell me what to do, or you’ll be sorry when we’re through!”
“I like it rough; rough! Come on Autobot, let me have it; it!”
So Wheelie slammed his hands onto either side of Shrapnel’s aft and held him fast, clanging into him with so much force that dents appeared with each thrust. A steady high pitched whine echoing in the room and Wheelie could feel the Insecticon’s torso vibrating, the delicious feel of it coming through valve walls to send zings of charge through his system. “When I get done your poor valve, is going to need a jar of salve!”
In response Shrapnel just spread his legs wider, tilting his hips and shuddering as Wheelie’s spike rasped over the front lining of his valve. Calipers clenching around it in a rhythmic pattern that made Wheelie give a high pitched groan, his voice dissolving into static as his vocalizer shorted out for a klick. The robotic equivalent of his voice cracking.
The door to the storage room suddenly opened, both Shrapnel and Wheelie starting as Ratchet walked in. Cycling his optics as he took in the scene. Mouth hanging open as Wheelie pulled himself out of Shrapnel, much to the bug’s protests, and turned to fully face the medic.
“Either get out the door, or get on the floor!”
Ratchet suddenly emitted a high pitched whine, his optics going BSOD blue. Crashing to the floor face first.
Wheelie stroked the opening to Shrapnel’s valve, letting his fingers push inside. The insecticon RrrrrRRrrrr’ing, a warning growl. “Get back inside; side!”
So Wheelie did. Bringing Shrapnel to a buzzing overload before moving between Ratchet’s heavy legs. Pushing them one by one to the side before pulling out a screwdriver and popping Ratchet open. Sticking his head inside, working an arm in one at a time. Twisting and turning until he finally drew his legs up inside, curled up, and dropped off into recharge sucking the nearest protruding sensor node instead of his thumb.
When Ratchet overloaded while still in stasis, Wheelie just sighed and rolled over. Enjoying the burst of warmth that covered him from head to toe.
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Okay, I think my brain just had a Blue Screen of Death moment. Between the rhyming and Shrapnel and the rhyming and and... OMHFP...
*crashes*
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Date: 2012-11-21 11:34 am (UTC)My world domination scheme is working. WORKING!!!
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Date: 2012-12-30 11:07 pm (UTC)(Late anon reader is late. Technically it's 31st of December where I live, so... Sending you my best wishes for the New Year! ^^ )