Catch-All For Cyclonus!

[tsunclonus]

WHO: Cyclonus and WHOEVER
WHERE: Around the city
WHEN: Sex pollen time
WHAT: Cyclonus disapproves of your new plant, Cybertron. Open to both Smut and non-smut if anyone wants to talk to a sexually frustrated Cyclonus
WARNINGS: Smut. Probably some angry Smut.


[A - Beginning]

Cyclonus carefully brushes metallic plants off of the forum console and is rewarded by multiple silver blooms opening up and engulfing him in a cloud of spores.

Backing away quickly, his fans gust a heavy burst of air, trying to purge his systems of the contaminant before it can clog his filters. Like he needs any more dust to wash from his body.

In tune with his body, Cyclonus notices the effects immediately, the early spark of heat that denotes arousal. He grits his teeth. There is nothing arousing about this situation. In fact, he rarely finds anything arousing. And yet the warmth is spreading beneath his plating.

That plant. Putting more distance between himself and the offending flowers, Cyclonus glowers at them and turns to leave, planning to ignore the growing heat until whatever it is passes through his systems.

How hard could it be?


[B - Later]

Cyclonus banks sharply, narrowly avoiding colliding with the side of a building, then drops into a partially controlled fall, transforming at the last moment for a clumsy landing, stirring up clouds of rust and dust.

He leans heavily against a nearby wall, thoughts clouded with crude fantasies caused by the burning flame of arousal those infernal plants lit within him.

He shouldn't have waited. He shouldn't have trusted it to simply fade. And now he can't even concentrate well enough to fly. He craves contact so fiercely, he aches for it.

Legs weak, he forces himself upright and tries to head in the direction of the clinic.

Comments

[system_dp]

Wow, he's looking mighty fierce when Miria gets to actually see Cyclonus' face. Which involves some looking up, gosh why are Cybertronians so big? And growly.

And other thoughts that Miria is trying to not focus on because, seriously this pollen is getting ridiculous.

"The medics aren't going to be able to fix the issue," she replies, trying to keep her voice level and monotone. "Unless the Cybertronian wants to engage in copulation with one of them."

[tsunclonus]

"Copu- No," Cyclonus says firmly, even as his body screams yes. He could 'thank' Ratchet for his part in curing Tailgate-

No. Stop that. He rubs a hand over his face trying to pull himself back to the matter at hand.

"You," he says, sharp red optics focusing on Miria. "You know something about this?"

[system_dp]

She sighs at his question, one of her body's way of getting rid of the excess heat that's been building up.

"Yes, Thi-- I know because it is also affecting me," she replies, her voice actually cracking when she says the word 'affecting'. It's getting a bit hard to keep herself focused.

[tsunclonus]

So it's not just Cybertronians being affected. Cyclonus's scowl deepens.

"That plant..." he growls, hand still pressed to his face. He resists the urge to let it drop lower, to trail over his lips and neck, to play with his vents and tease claws into gaps in his plating-

His hand flexes, the prick of claws in the soft metal of his face helping to ground him.

"Is this... thing everywhere then?"

[system_dp]

Oh Cyclonus, why would everyone but the Cybertronians be spared from this? Then again before this Miria didn't have so many issues related to these things.

Anyway, she watches him as he growls, shifting her own weight from one leg to the other in some attempt of her own to stay focused on the conversation.

"I would assume so, most Cybertronians I have encountered have been affected."

Hopefully that's the answer Cyclonus wanted to hear, or at least it's more helpful than not.

[tsunclonus]

"This is-" Cyclonus shifts restlessly, resisting the urge to pace. "This is ridiculous."

Clearly he needs to just get out of the city and away from people until it all blows over. He'll just... Find some place quiet. To meditate. And remind his body who's boss.

He'll just... Not fly to the outskirts. Flying didn't go well last time. He'll walk then.

Turning on his heel, he promptly begins to stalk away with all the calmness of a storm cloud.

[system_dp]

For a brief moment she considers just letting Cyclonus go off to sulk, but it's brief and also well. She knows that whatever he may try is probably not going to work.

So she's just going to follow him, like a quiet horny dog.

[tsunclonus]

Distracted as he is, it's a while before Cyclonus notices his tagalong. Stopping suddenly and spinning about to face her, he fixes Miria with a flat look.

"Why are you following me?"

[system_dp]

Whoop, he stopped, so she also stops. Wouldn't do any good to walk right into Cyclonus.

"I am interested in seeing how the Cybertronian plans on dealing with this." She replies in the most matter of fact tone, which is only slightly ruined by her voice cracking with static a little.

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus's lips press into a thin line, glaring at Miria. The heat flowing through him informs him that parts of her are actually attractive; the smooth lines and curves of metal...

But she also appears to look a lot like a human, simply decked in metal armor and he scowls. They are not even the same species. He's not even sure she's mechanoid.

"I intend to deal with it alone."

[system_dp]

Miria is trying to stay still under Cyclonus' glare, but can't help but fidget. Even the back kibble that let's her transform into a jet twitches, as her mind wanders.

Honestly it's just the fact that Cyclonus speaks that she's able to focus.

"And one is not allowed to observe the Cybertronian's methods?"

[tsunclonus]

The fidgeting is distracting. Cyclonus has the urge to pin her against something to force her to stop moving, but that sounds like a terrible idea.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he snaps, "Then it would no longer be alone."

[system_dp]

If Cyclonus did that he would find himself getting hit, Miria may be fidgeting right now but she is most certainly not an easy target. Even if this whole situation has made her easy in other ways.

"Only if I get involved," she replies, just as sharply, keeping eye contact with him as she does so.

While still fidgeting.

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus would prefer to be fighting right now than dealing with... this. Unfortunately he doesn't trust himself to engage in combat at the moment any more than he trusts himself to fly.

Cyclonus pinches his nose harder. "The presence of another means I am not alone."

[system_dp]

Man, just be more stubborn why don't you Cyclonus? Miria let's out a small sigh as she finally breaks eye contact.

"Then I will leave the Cybertronian alone."

And she'll turn on her heel to go in the opposite direction of Cyclonus. No point in staying around and be annoying.