This is a catch-all post.

[system_dp]

Who: Miria and whoever. [Open-ish]
Where: VARIOUS
When: Over the course of the sex pollen event, duh.
What: A robot learns how to love. via dickings.
Warnings: Smut, awkwardness. Possibly awkward smut.


[Medibay]
The newest, Miria would guess, changes to Cybertron had been interesting, but she didn't consider any of them dangerous. Not even the weird fox-like creatures, or the new flora. Then again she very rarely considered a lot of things here dangerous, so there is that.

But after a while she started to not feel... Right. And while her systems were not giving her any kind of errors or signs she was in need of seeing a medic? The Earth-made robot was heading right to the medical facility to see if one of the medics could fix this.

That and her leg, from her fight with Sentinel that happened a while ago. Why yes, she didn't get that fixed. Shut up.


[Anywhere Else - State when and where please.]
After what happened before? Miria is just going to wander and try to just keep to herself or maybe seek out the few friends she does have here. Either way, she's easy to run into.

Comments

[imatruck]

"Yeah, you look a lot better now..."

It's like his touch did something to her. Cause and effect, how does it work?

Obviously this hypothesis can only be tested by touching her more.

[system_dp]

Another sigh at the continued touching, as she leans into it.

If Miria was a bit more in her right mind she would be surprised by how just being touched is arousing her. But hey, she's not going to complain.

Because this is helping.

[imatruck]

This is sure doing something right. In fact his finger just keeps worming into Miria.

Worrying his lower lip, Grim finds himself to rub her with more than just a light touch.

It's wrong but...somehow it makes his own wooziness better.

[planate]

This is a mess. They can only hope no-one sees.

"I... think so."

A pause.

"I have no idea what to do now."

Teach him what you learned from First Aid, Miria.

[system_dp]

He may have a bit of a time touching anything more intimate, since Miria is still armoured, but hey. What Grimlock is doing is getting her to make some interesting sounds.

"This is... N-nice."

[system_dp]

"O-oh, ahm...."

Right so, she's sort of going to awkwardly fumble a bit, bringing her hands down to the armour that covers her groinal area. And there is an audible click, looks like that part actually comes off, and she's just gonna...

Take that off, which if Pipes does care to look she's certainly not very Cybertronian like down there.

[gimmicky]

[He's about to say no--he wouldn't want to hog up her time with something like THIS. First Aid probably should be the first to see this, and it wouldn't be anything but awkward.

But.]

If..you want. I could use some moral support.

{What is his brain saying.]

I could go with you too--I mean, if you wanted, yeah?

[system_dp]

I... I would like that.

[It's a bit of a surprise to herself when she says that, but it's a nice one.

That and it's not like she has anything better to do, so doing-- GOING with Trailcutter is better then nothing.]

We should, ah... Find one. A medic.

[Awkward.]

[imatruck]

There's just something so engrossing about touching, petting the bot. He just watches her move and make those noises. Obviously he should keep going.

"Uh...yeah...nice..." his voice comes out distracted and husky, "Glad I can help..."

He wanted to do something more, but what it was? He couldn't tell.

[system_dp]

Noises and squirming, good job Grimlock. Since she doesn't give another verbal reply, instead letting out one last needy whine.

And then looking very very embarrassed because well.

Good job, Grimlock. Just touching her and she's already peaked.

[planate]

Honestly, he's not entirely sure what it should look like. Does it have teeth or spikes? No? Then it's fine, for all he knows.

Jokes on you, pal. Pipes can do his WIRELESSLY. His panel pops open and yep. That sure is a robot dong.

He goes to put his hands on Miria's waist but... hesitates.

"I still have no idea what to do. Just-- let me know if anything happens you don't like, okay?"

[imatruck]

As he keeps touching her, Grimlock just watches in quiet fascination. At least until he hears her sudden peak.

Surprised he stops, confused.

"Uh...what happened?"

Not that he's willing to stop, he's getting hot now.

[system_dp]

That is most certainly a robot dong, and a pretty fine one in Miria's opinion. Which she doesn't voice because Pipes is saying things and is hesitating.

Gosh, maybe she should acknowledge what he's saying.

"I... I will." Now stop putting this off and start getting her off, Pipes!

[system_dp]

Sorry, the only reply she's able to give him is something akin to panting, as she squeezes her legs together and tries to not make eye contact.

All in an awful attempt to hide the fact that she just came, and that there is some liquid leaking from around the armour that covers her crotch.

[planate]

Has Miria really seen enough robot dongs to judge. Why would she put him on the spot like that. Awful.

It's very tempting to just close his eyes and shove it in, hoping for the best.

Instead, Pipes finally actually puts his hands on Miria's waist lightly (is that even where they go? Damned if he knows) and presses in, equally gently.

Let's get this fucktrain on the fucktracks.

[system_dp]

MORE THAN PIPES HAS, probably. She has probably seen more dong then Pipes by now.

But hey, there are his hands on her and the whole finally getting his dick in her. Which gets Pipes a pleased moan from Miria because fina-fucking-ly, the feeling of him in her is most certainly helping.

Make her feel less like she needs to go down to bonetown, that is.

[planate]

Okay. Pipes isn't really sure what he expected to happen and realises he has no idea what to do now. Not that that's really a change of pace.

The noise Miria makes sounded good, though. It made him feel good, so maybe it was the right thing? Oh, god, if this is hurting her and it's making him feel good he'll punch himself in the face.

He blows a puff of warm air out his vents then makes the SMALLEST AND MOST PATHETIC attempt at a thrust ever. Pipes you are awful at this

[gimmicky]

Yeah. Find...medic.

[Why does he suddenly sound like he's lost any ability to word? His systems are heating up more than he's willing to admit, but it's getting harder and harder to do that when...well, everytime he looks at her he seems to feel a jolt in his systems.

What the hell...]

Actually. I need to sit down.

[system_dp]

That is sad and pathetic. Thank goodness Miria doesn't have that much experience with this to be able to tell how sad that thrust is. And hey, she did say she'd let him know if he does anything she doesn't like! So trust her on this.

Especially as she is taking that small little thrust as a signal, as she sighs and starts moving on her own. Just gonna be riding Pipes' pipe since he's being too slow.

[system_dp]

[Oh no, he needs to sit? Is he that bad off?!

Hope he won't mind, she's just gonna reach out to touch him as a way to try and help... And not because she really really wants to touch him.

Too bad her systems aren't really made for telling her a single thing about this, cause everything is coming up all clear on her end. When really it's not.]

Th... Then let's f-find a seat.

[Why stuttering, stop that.]

[imatruck]

Too late, Grimlock spotted it. In fact, he prods it with his free hand.

"Hey uh...you're leaking. That ain't good...maybe you do need a medic...or somethin'..."

He's still playing gentle with the bot. He's not sure why, other than the hot rumbling in his engine.

[system_dp]

"N-no, I am f-fine."

The prodding isn't helping, she's still sort of keyed up, hot and bothered. Miria's whole frame shakes as well. She has yet to notice that maybe, just maybe, Grimlock might need an actual answer here.

Give her a moment.

"It... it is not anything b-bad."

[planate]

Well, she hasn't said anything so he's just assuming he's doing the right thing. The sigh is a good thing, right, as is her doing her own thing. Right??

He huffs at the movement, shifting slightly to allow her more room. His hands move too, sliding down to rest on the outside of her thighs.

[system_dp]

OH GOD, he huffed and even though he shifted and moved his hands it's the huff that makes her stop. Oh god is she doing something wrong? Is he hurting? She's new to this don't scare her.

"A-ah .... Are you alright?" She asks, not moving again. ALL BECAUSE OF A HUFF.

[planate]

"No, no! I'm fine. I just wanted to give you more space to do..." whatever the hell she's doing. "...your thing."