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grimlock | imatruck

Boom Boom Ackla Lacka Boom

WHO: Grimlock and WHOMEVER
WHERE: The City!
WHEN: Sex pollen!
WHAT: Open the door, get on the floor, everybody fuck the dinosaur
WARNINGS: Coming up on your mudflaps at 67, the truck fuck, the horizontal monster mash, the sex

[A. The City]

[When these plants started springing up, what was the dinobot's first instinct? Collect them, of course! Since when does Cybertron get metal flowers? It almost made up for the influx of little creepy animals appearing on this planet.

He gathers them up by the bunches, not bothering to notice the spores flying out everywhere with each bounce. Things had been a little awkward with him and Sideswipe and this would sure make things between them less tense!

But after a few minutes of directly sticking his face into these flowers, he started to feel...weird. It was like a combination of giddy, overheating, and sluggishness.

Grimlock staggers over to the nearest rock, refusing to let go of his quarry.]

Ugh...think I took some bad energon...

[B. Wherever--this is your Wildcard]

[Later on, the dinobot looks more...delirious, like he caught the whiff of some bad sulfuric acid. Grimlock totters back and forth, looking a bit preoccupied with urgent business, if not a little hot in the face. By which he means it feels like he's on fire.]

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(Given his profession, the half-demon can't call this all weird, or at least can't say it's weirder than what he's seen before. Still, it's....something. Maybe something that'll hold his attention for a while.)

At least you're not the only one it's affecting. Probably. They're too spread out to bother just a handful of people.

Wait other bots caught it too?

[He leans down to get a better look at the stranger. Weird...he's got this animal magnetism...]

Can you help?

(He shrugs at both questions, though he wouldn't be surprised if other bots were affected. Dante finally takes a good look at Grimlock, eyes scanning him up and down.)

I'm not a technician, but I'll give it a shot. Just tell doctor Dante where it hurts.

[Grimlock giggles a bit. Something about this guy's voice that makes you all flustered. Well that and he may have a bit of an emberassing problem.]

Okay...

It's my head...and my stomach...

Head and stomach, huh...alright. Let's take a look.

(Dante has no idea what he's doing, what to look for or how to fix it. His medical knowledge extends as far as checkups back when he was a kid, so with caution thrown to the pollen-filled wind, he climbs the rock and the dinobot's lap, putting an ear to Grimlock's stomach. He knocks on it a few times, listening out for nothing in particular.)

Try a few deep breaths.

[Grimlock bites his bottom lip as the white haired human got on his lap. He couldn't place why, but the fact Dante sat on his lap made his spark thrum.

Ok got it. He takes one...two...three deep breaths. And it doesn't help one bit, given how his engine putters.]

How's that?

(Dante scratches his chin, then shrugs.)

Seems kinda normal, I think. Something in there's getting loud, though. That what you're talking about?

[He nods, his feet squirming with embarrassment. That sure doesn't help his engine problem.]

Yeah...I guess so...

How do I make it stop though?

Don't know. My guess is you're pent up about something. Engines don't rev like that unless they're racing, you know?

(Dante could guess at why he's so pent up, but he's not even sure robots work that way.)

[Grim wheezes, like he's melting with each word.]

Yeah...I need to get somethin' out, you know?

Lemme guess: gotta get your rocks off?

(No subtlety ever from this man, nope.

This ain't about rocks!

I got...needs.

[Grim that isn't what he meant.]

It's an expression, big guy. An expression about those kinds of needs.

You know. Those kinds.

(Hint hant.)

Ohhhhh...

So...I don't ask a lot of people this...specially humans but...

[It's past the I can't believe I'm doing this point and into no boundaries point.]

You wanna help me with my "rocks"?

(....

Did Dante want to spend his day jerking off a giant robot?

......)

...You know what? Sure. Let's go for it.

[Who wouldn't want to jerk off a dinobot? He spreads his legs for ease of access.]

You mean it?

Why not? Not everyday a robot asks you to help him bust a nut.

(The phrase...may mean something else to robots, given hardware knowledge, but he doesn't consider the possibility. Instead, he approaches the crotch plate and...isn't entirely sure what to do with it. He decides to cover the basics and feel him up as best he can. Note to self: consider turtle wax or Armor All.)

...please don't bust my nuts and bolts.

[The bot trusted Dante not to do so. Grimlock shimmies and shudders when the human feels him up. It made him hotter yes, but it helped to relieve that feeling.]

That's good...keep going...

(Well at least he figured out the first step. The encouragement is all Dante needs to keep himself going, a firmer touch meeting the dinobot's plating. He had to wonder if this was basically like groping someone with their clothes on. If he can worm his arm around that protective plate, then maybe he can get a bigger reaction out of the big guy. Dante keeps a lookout for such a spot while he gets more frisky.)

[Congrats on learning the ins and outs of robot sex Dante. The human in his lap sure figured his way around a crotch plate. He groaned, lying back and squirming. It felt so good, something had to give...and something finally did. With enough pressure, the plate retracted with a whirr before his spike popped out like a missile touching down unharmed. Now he was really keyed up.]

There it is...

There it is.

(And there it is. In fairness, Dante was expecting something big to match Grimlock's size, but that uhh....that's a lot to work with, simply put.

Consider him somewhat impressed.

Impressed enough that Dante may do the same to himself once he's wrapped things up here. It's easier said than done, considering he can barely wrap an arm around that spike. He makes the effort and treats it like his own...sort of. His hand gropes up the dinobot's length, getting a more firm grip near the tip.)

[Grimlock gives an embarrassed giggle, showing off his junk in an exhibitionist roll of his hips.

But that goes away once Dante starts to work him up. He goes along with it, idly humping Dante with a stream of grunts and moans.]

...you want some relief too little guy?

(Dante worked himself into a steady rhythm of groping and jerking, the dinobot's noises confirmation of the demon hunter's handiwork. He's very good with his hands.

The offer has him briefly pausing with consideration. It's a lot easier for the smaller one to work up the bigger one (so he thinks). The other way around? Possible, but Dante caught a glimpse of those claws.)

Wouldn't hurt. Unless you want it to.

(He teases with a coy smirk. Dante could handle the possible injuries, for sure. He'd simply rather not have to.)

[Grimlock's getting spoiled here, having this human jerking him off as he rolls against the movements.

Made sense to pay it back somehow, right? And this is coming from the too horny to no attempt portion of his mind.]

Don't worry...I'll make sure I treat you right...

(Those are strong words, Grimlock. Words that often lead to clothes being undone and someone being pinned against a wall. Part of that is true, with Dante shrugging and undoing his pants as if they weren't secured the whole time.)

Gotta be honest: I wanna see what you can do, big guy.

(As if jerking him off right then and there didn't reveal enough about him. Though...Dante certainly can't handle this thing without injury, but that doesn't mean he can't ride it in another way, right? Cue the half demon straddling that spike and riding bare back, his legs holding him steady. There are many, many jokes to be made here.)

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