[NSFW] Boiled Crab

[crabcake]

WHO: Rampage, Sixshot, First Aid
WHERE: Somewhere away from people.
WHEN: Sex pollen!
WHAT: Sex pollen!
WARNINGS: Sex pollen! (Also Beast mode banging)


Rampage doesn't think to blame the strange flowers he casually steps on and over for the heat growing in his belly. He pays little attention to any of the flora progressively infecting the ruins.

He thinks at First that it's just a result of his trust with First Aid, a consequence of first activating long-dormant systems.

He enjoys it at first, playing through that night in his head and experimenting with what First Aid showed him. He doesn't touch his spark at first, preferring to have nothing to do with his mutant core. Holed up in a gap beneath a fallen building, he slides his hands between his thighs and plays until he spills fluids in the dust.

But it's not like the night with First Aid. The charge doesn't stay gone, the heat inside him only rises. His fumbling changes from enjoyment to desperation, body aching with a need that just won't go away. Not even when he lets his chest part and he strokes rough and clumsy fingers over his spark, and the mix of pleasure and pain brings him over the edge into yet another overload with no relief.

He tries to escape the itch by shifting into his beast form, but the sensation only moves, prickling across his belly, itching under his plating.

With a groan, he huddles in his little lair, frustrated and confused, and makes a distress call.

To Sixshot and First Aid, "There's something wrong with me."

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[phase6kindofbot]

Fortunately for Rampage, Sixshot doesn't really manage to stay smug for long. The slick heat of the other's body, the stroke and rake of appendages over his cord has the Sixer panting with exertion. His plating was too tight, everything was too hot and charge was rolling over his plating like a storm.

Leaning down, Sixshot rakes his teeth over Rampage's armor yet again, this time hard enough to mark, hard enough to make sparks dance over the red plating as paint and metal was stripped away. He was close and getting closer and there was a knot beginning to swell up at the base of his cord, the length twitching against slick mesh walls.

[crabcake]

The long scratches fade almost as quickly as they're made, but the sting of them still has Rampage shuddering under Sixshot's bulk, a throaty groan vibrating through him.

His valve throbs with charge, each strut-shaking thrusts bringing it higher until his port is spasming around Sixshot's spike, mating limbs squeezing and scratching.

When the stretch at his entrance begins to increase, he's done for, the ache of it mixing with the sweet burn inside of him and throwing him over the edge. He howls in overload, every one of his legs curling tightly as he shudders, port clenching, fluid gushing from him.

[phase6kindofbot]

Rampage's overload drags Sixshot down with him and the Sixer throws his head back with a beastial roar, electricity racing over his armor in blinding streaks of light.

The knot swells to its final size, locking them together and Sixshot's massive frame jerks, cord pumping fluid into the depths of Rampage's port.

[crabcake]

Sixshot's roar vibrates through Rampage's frame, making him tremble with the overload of sensation. He's stretched so wide around Sixshot's knot, and he can feel fluid filling him, unable to escape, delicious pressure building until every node in his port feels stimulated at once.

It all draws his overload out longer in harsh shudders and crackles of charge, shaking through him until he feels like jelly. Finally Rampage sags with an overwhelmed moan, every one of his legs giving out beneath him.

[phase6kindofbot]

Bracing one claw over Rampage's head, Sixshot shakes with the effort of stopping himself following his friend down. He gives up after a few seconds and it wasn't like Rampage wouldn't survive having a giant wolf-mech lying on top of him anyways.