The hot drip of fluids and prickle of strange appendages makes Sixshot growl, the sound vibrating through his chest. He rocks into the sensations, teeth scraping over Rampage's plating hard enough to draw sparks.

Shifting, the Sixer wedges a knee under one of his friend's many legs, braces his weight on his foreclaws- and pushes into the tight, wet heat with a harsh, powerful thrust.