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@alpha113nredshirteradicon replied to your post “m!a: you now suffer TWO humans' worth of period...”:

"That... Sounds painful."

"Allen... Come here, lemme give you some of this. Please."

He is reaching for Allen, as if he can transmit the cramps.

He doesn't recall the anons saying it was transmittable, so he walks up to Smokescreen and gets on his level. Maybe, for his friend, he would take some of that pain if he could. At least some of it.

"Smokescreen..." he reaches his servos out to his friend.

#alpha113nredshirteradicon

"Allen... Thank you, buddy!" He is quickly pulling once Allen offers his servo, attempting to pull him close.

@alpha113nredshirteradicon replied to your post “m!a: you now suffer TWO humans' worth of period...”:

"That... Sounds painful."

"Allen... Come here, lemme give you some of this. Please."

He is reaching for Allen, as if he can transmit the cramps.

#alpha113nredshirteradicon

"Usually your frame just... eats them and reuses the material. I don't know why they're getting sent out, but you AREN'T dying." Jack wedges himself a bit more sturdily against his bro. Smokescreen needs to be Smushed to feel better. He doesn't know how he knows this.

"Can't say for sure if you got them from a download. We'd have to ask Ratchet. He's an actual doctor." Rumble, rumble.

Sentient heat pack cares very much.

"You might get hungrier, if you're losing material. Wanna order a peetza?"

Jack is 100% correct, though. The extra smushing is doing wonders for his cramps right now, and he doesn't dare move lest the cramps come back at full force.

"True... Although, I feel like Ratchet is going to side-eye me so hard for all this. Might think I ate something weird at first, again." Maybe the again part was the problem...

"Yes. Please." Absolutely no hesitation in his voice as Jack suggests the best idea ever. "Make sure there's batteries on it."

"You've got more than you think. It's what repairs the little dings you pick up without thinking about it."

He settles down next to Smokescreen, venting deeply. Then he gives into some weird robot instinct he's got and starts rumbling his engine, effectively making himself into a big purring heat pack.

"It wouldn't do anything to me unless I downloaded it from you. As long as we don't use comms and I don't open weird datapacks, I should be okay."

"I guess so, but it's weird to think they'd get spent and have to get expelled. Are they dying? ... Am I dying?"

The gesture is absolutely appreciated, as Smokescreen curls up against Jack, otherwise not moving any more than he has to.

"Maybe I do need better data security, if I got this from a download." Ah, there's the full effect of the painkillers. It's not all gone, but it's at least a little more bearable.

Or maybe that's Jack, the sentient heat pack.

"Technically it's used energon and spent nanite colonies, but... that sounds grosser." Jack sighs and takes out two more chips. The good thing about Cybertronian painkillers is that theyre a lot quicker than human ones, but it still takes time for the processes that are happening to slow or shut down. "It depends on size and your metabolism. But you're pretty active, so... maybe five, ten minutes for full effect."

He sighs. "It doesn't look natural. So, uh, either it's a virus, or it's magic."

"Ew. I didn't think I had that many nanite colonies." He looks down at his tanks. Also, what are they doing there? Throwing a rave in his tanks?

Smokescreen will take the extra chips, waiting for it to come into effect. Thank Primus Cybertronian painkillers act faster, but he wondered how long this pain would last. Did he have to take med grade until it stopped? Candies sounded nice right now, though...

"Wait, a virus? Maybe you shouldn't be too close to me if it's a virus. I don't want you to get a case of menstruation. "

Rescue Bot training really pays off. Not to mention the crash course he got when he was human and helping monitor Team Prime after various injuries. Turns out being good at basic medical care runs in the Darby family.

"Uh, Menstruating. Robot menstruating. Your abdominals are cramping trying to get out used energon, but it's not setting off any emergency markers or actually harming you."

"Probably just hurts a lot." He digs around in his subspace and offers the other a painkiller chip. "This should help, but I can give you more if it doesn't cover everything."

"Used... Energon?" He pauses. His systems shouldn't be doing that, maybe he has been eating poorly... Isn't that more like how humans let out waste?

Making the choice not to compare the two, Smokescreen quietly uses the painkiller chip before lying down, "Might need more. How long does it take to work?"

M!A you also run into everything as your belongings are shifted over 1 inch to the left. Rip your hips

WHY.

Well... Maybe he can avoid this fate by lying down today.

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ask-smokescreen replied to your post:

"That's the thing, I haven't. I've just had some mid-grade today, and it happened WAY after I ate..."

...Jack takes the scan, but it brings up something that really isn't possible. So he gently smacks the side of the scanner, hoping that'll fix the output.

It does not. A second scan reveals the same diagnosis.

"...So, uh, either I need a new one of these, or you're somehow... robot menstruating."

Smokescreen watches as Jack takes out the scanner, feeling proud of him more than anything. His baby bro's gotten so skilled...

The prognosis does earn a confused look.

"I'm what now?"

#anonymous #OWL. GETTING YOU.

m!a: you now suffer TWO humans' worth of period cramps.

ARE YOU SERIOUS.

Smokescreen is quickly on the ground, writing in pain and holding his tank. It's not like he ate anything weird... What is going on? Does he need to go to a hospital? Is he just fragged for life?

''Maidscream'' - Breakdown

"Ha, in your dreams, big guy. Maybe if you ask nicely, I could help you clean up."

#multimusemechaland

Can I just say, not having any magic is awesome? As nice as it was to get fed bread, I like being able to pester bots as I am now!

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lord-overlips

"Hey, Liplord, can you lean down? I've got something for you!" Smokescreen hides something behind his back, and a grin that might seem a little suspicious.

Swinging around to eye the source of the friendly voice. “Smokey! Why, whatever could it be?”

There is indeed a suspicious narrowing of the optics from Overlord, overdone and playful. He was happy to see his adorable little friend and wondering what sort of adorable ruse this would be. He stoops down without a second thought.

Smokescreen can't stifle a laugh as Overlord so quickly gets to his level. Man, he trusts him so much... At least his plans aren't that diabolical.

Once Overlord is at his level, Smokescreen leans in to offer a kiss on the cheek, while he slides a pair of leather bunny ears onto Overlord. "There we go! I saw these, and thought they'd look nice on you."

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" Lookin' at somethin' in particular mech?"

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Act aside, he is openly admiring Springer. Wreckers are always so cool!

Aw- what a good puppy.

" Shocked someone ain't slapped a collar on you already. Eh- their loss." Laughing as his servo shifts to settle around his neck. Another long drag on his cygarette.

Then he's pulling Smokescreen in. Derma slanting over his, glossa sliding against Smokies lip. Offer and demand; sweet sharp dross smoke that follows it.

#springingfromnothing #nsfw ish

"Many have tried! I'm a hard puppy to train." He lies, doorwings twitching as Springer takes a hold of his neck, focused on the sensation, even whimpering as he sees Springer take another drag. Is he going to blow that in his face again?

... Technically, yes, he is, and Smokescreen doesn't mind at all, opening his mouth to welcome the smoke, and any other part of Springer's mouth in, tasting the smoke. It's an interesting flavor, and admittedly one he isn't too used to, but is taking it like a champ.

He will also try to slide his glossa against Springer's, meant more to tease.

" Lookin' at somethin' in particular mech?"

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Act aside, he is openly admiring Springer. Wreckers are always so cool!

" Good bot." Springer shakes their helm a tiny bit by the grip he has. Then releases him to drag a thumb under one bright optic," Cute. Very cute. What a sweet pup then."

Bringing his cygarette back to his derma. Pulling a long drag off it before venting the shimmering dross smoke into the bots face.

" Wanna taste?"

#springingfromnothing #but he might give him a reason to!#nsfw ish

Every bit of praise gets a little flutter from his doorwings, his full attention locked on Springer, even when his chin is freed.

This does catch him by surprised as Springer vents in his face, coughing as his systems try to handle the sudden smoke.

"Yes, please!" He offers one servo paw, though he isn't sure if he needs to earn it first...

" Lookin' at somethin' in particular mech?"

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Act aside, he is openly admiring Springer. Wreckers are always so cool!

Ah-

One of those. Springer resists the urge to roll his optics in amusement. Young mechs love the Wrecker glamor huh? Somethings never change. His free servo snaps out. Catching the sporty little racers chin.

Pulling his gaze up proper.

" Is it Military Kink, Daddy Kink or Masochism hm? Or maybe another puppy whining at me?"

#springingfromnothing #nsfw ish #Could be used for evil but he is confident Springer wouldn't #from the stories he has heard mainly

The sudden hold on his chin has him sitting up straight, ready to behave. How often did Springer have bots in this same position?

Smokescreen finds himself absolutely weak for the teasing, whining as Springer questions him, "Maybe a little of all of those, sir?"

He does think being a puppy suits him the most out of all of those, though.

" Lookin' at somethin' in particular mech?"

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Act aside, he is openly admiring Springer. Wreckers are always so cool!

" I'd say don't play stupid. But acting innocent seems to be your shtick. Just like Bee used to try. " He pulls his cygarette from his derma. Venting out a cloud of golden pink.

" Now. Try again. Did you need something stripes? Or just checking the menu?"