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robothell2015-09-03 09:39 am
scaredybot) wrote in robothell2015-09-03 09:39 am
Feed the Beast
Who: Mayday and Spinister
Where: Not the safety of his home
When: Late pollen season
What: Spinister gonna meet all the weenies
Warnings: NSFW probably
The deer are out of food.
Well, no that's not entirely correct. He has fuel for the nitrodeer. What he doesn't have any more of is the particular type of techo-organic plant that they really, really like to nibble on. Mayday's been avoiding going outside ever since Pipes clued him in to the Pollen Problem, and so his supply of deer-snacks quickly dwindled.
He's been slowly getting crushed under the weight of their combined sad staring. They want snackies, Mayday. Don't you still love them. Not all the scrubbies in the world can fill this void in their sparks. Why must you deprive them so, you monster.
Finally, with a shrill whine, Mayday flees from their oppressive judgement. He will find snackies. He'll just... Keep his vents closed. It shouldn't take long and he's got a low surface area to volume ratio so he doesn't retain heat well anyway! Perfect plan.
If only there were any deer snack plants left near his home. This is what he gets for only picking the closest ones before.
Wandering further and further afield, he clutches his head and whines, "Where aaare theeeey?"
Where: Not the safety of his home
When: Late pollen season
What: Spinister gonna meet all the weenies
Warnings: NSFW probably
The deer are out of food.
Well, no that's not entirely correct. He has fuel for the nitrodeer. What he doesn't have any more of is the particular type of techo-organic plant that they really, really like to nibble on. Mayday's been avoiding going outside ever since Pipes clued him in to the Pollen Problem, and so his supply of deer-snacks quickly dwindled.
He's been slowly getting crushed under the weight of their combined sad staring. They want snackies, Mayday. Don't you still love them. Not all the scrubbies in the world can fill this void in their sparks. Why must you deprive them so, you monster.
Finally, with a shrill whine, Mayday flees from their oppressive judgement. He will find snackies. He'll just... Keep his vents closed. It shouldn't take long and he's got a low surface area to volume ratio so he doesn't retain heat well anyway! Perfect plan.
If only there were any deer snack plants left near his home. This is what he gets for only picking the closest ones before.
Wandering further and further afield, he clutches his head and whines, "Where aaare theeeey?"
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There's also something about being so casually picked up that makes the knot of heat in his belly throb. It's not exactly being cradled in the arms of his one true love like in the books but- he tries to smother a peep as his pelvic plating slides open, and he really hopes Spinister doesn't notice as lubricant starts spilling down his thighs.
Embarrassing. He presses his thighs together, his legs curling up where they dangle in the air and he covers his face with his hands.
It's okay, Mayday! Everyone else is going through the same thing! Except...
"You don't seem bothered," he whines from behind his hands, finishing his thoughts out loud.