Ahhhhh My Heart Kersploded!!

Part 4🥀🩶

The tips of her digits ran along the seams of her client’s plating, noting the spots that made his field shudder. The mech was young (compared to the majority of their clientele), his mannerisms giving him away. He wasn’t nearly as cruel as most of the others… but time would change that. It always did. The politics of the high caste bred corruption, selfishness, entitlement. After being surrounded by it for long enough, they always seemed to adopt the same tendencies.

For now, however, she could savor his inexperience; reduce him to a pliant heap in her servos.

The parlor was filled with a number of patrons and their company, all engaged in varying levels of intimacy. Some were engrossed in their courtesans, and others preferred to watch. An open space for bots with more voyeuristic preferences. The mech who had sought her out seemed intrigued, if not a bit embarrassed. His optics darted around the room, dilating as he took in the lascivious acts on display. Under her wandering digits, his frame tensed.

Above the din of voices, another sound filtered through the room, a high, ethereal melody that rang clear as a bell. She smiled. The bot beneath her took note as well, helm tilting back toward the entrance the music was filtering through.

“Incredible, isn’t she?”

He nodded, seeming transfixed. “Yes… I’ve never heard something so lovely.” Then he came back to himself, suddenly looking rather sheepish. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… you – ah.”

She laughed, a genuine display of amusement for once. “Worry not. You are permitted to peruse the options all you like. It’s why you’re here, after all. To sample the delights of The Spire… and she is quite the delight, let me assure you.”

He grinned, nodding while casting another fleeting look toward the door.

Up the hall, the Inner Theatre would be filled from end to end – it always was when her lover took the stage. A voice like the heavens, enchanting all who had the pleasure to experience her song.

“I think I’d like to meet her,” he murmured.

“And meet her you shall… but not now. She will be indisposed for quite some time once her performance comes to an end.” Reaching forward, the scarlet femme cupped his face, coaxing it back toward hers. “For now… you’re all mine.”

The low, suggestive cadence of her voice made him tremble, and the click and whir of his cooling fans made her lips part in a knowing grin. Lowering her mouth, she sampled the cabling of his neck, noting the way his servos gripped her waist when she dipped her glossa in the joint of his collar. She shuttered her optics, and the image of him fell away, replaced by white and gold, a gaze as blue and vibrant as crystallized energon. Her Shining Star.

Their next meeting couldn’t be soon enough.

I love this so deeply I can't even describe...

Dreadwing did not, in fact, understand the assignment.

Megatron is ringmaster of a clown circus and only Soundwave went to a professional clown college.

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Joke workshopped with @krazycat6167

*probable* tfp quotes:

Wheeljack - Frag.

Ratchet - Can you watch your mouth?! There are children present.

Raf - I've heard cuss words before, y'know?

Ratchet - I was talking about Smokescreen!!

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Smokescreen - TTATT

megatron/ratchet，combined by an accident，still work hard。

“so this is how you Decepticons submit plan reports，emm? ”

If this doesn't work I have no hope...

mhwawhahaha

“Do you miss Cybertron? Do you dream of the skyline of Vos?”

Poor Ratchet <3

It would have been so awesome if Ratchet had called. ( ᐛ )و