#snakehorns

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snakehorns replied to your post

No need for nipplecovers!

“You always know how to cheer me up!”

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Play That Funky Music, White Worm

Windchill hunkered in the shade, butt in the sand and back leaning against the silo wall while his optics absorbed yet another sea life documentary like a pair of flamboyant sponges. As engrossed with the datapad as he might appear, few could be more aware of their surroundings than he was in that moment. A spy plane simply didn’t need eyes, and could afford to splinter off a stream of consciousness devoted to the feeding habits of parrotfish.

The rest of his sensors and processing power he dedicated to being impossible to sneak up on. After certain revelations concerning MECH, the Earth’s core, and the DJD in turn Windchill’s life had been one of paranoia, an existence on high alert and fraught with the kind of energy usage that was annoying to everyone else. Having performed at least one patrol since that morning, he was taking a break with some coral-eating fiends.

He was also waiting for Whirl, whom he didn’t care to have creep up on him either. More importantly, he didn’t want Whirl to show up and be left to knock on the door for some gremlin to answer. Awkward. He couldn’t speak for the chopper, but that was exactly the sort of predicament that would have him mysteriously forgetting all about such an appointment. There was no sparing anyone from the worm that waited within, but he could spare his friend from suffering that much.

 The moment that the newest member of the ramshackle household was allowed outside visitors, he’d asked the ‘bot over to behold the wiggling spawn for himself. She and her carrier skulked around indoors, partially due to the latter’s distaste for sand, a distaste for Whirl, and no small measure of disapproval for Windchill’s decision to hand a copy of Dangerous Schematics™ to the very same Whirl upon arrival, which would be shortly. A little longer, perhaps, if Whirl chose to fly a more scenic route rather than bridge himself directly to the door, but seeing as Windchill’s measure of time was barely existent, he wouldn’t mind the difference. He minded only that the moment Whirl appeared—within a certain, confidential distance—he would know about it.

@chronosmith

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Cute Things to Call your Bonded, a List by Riot and Windchill:

Baby Beloved Little Soul Fuckass My Spark My Love Fatty My Queen Turd Little Piggy Sausage Boy Squishy My Sweet Bitch Sweetcheeks Pretty Mama Stinkbug Meaty My Dumpling My Angel Sweetspark Motherfucker Honey Bedbug Goober Booty Call Old Fart An Embarrassment Farty Pissbaby YOU FOOL

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"Beloved, our child has bitten onto Eros digit and will not let go. I suggest you sooth them with so they might release him. I think she is actually sucking his energon, like a leech..."

Windchill grunted from his spot in the shade, looking up at his mate only when he’d extended his leg as far as it would go. He’d made sure to stretch daily ever since Riot had repaired him, hoping that with the effort he’d recover even a fraction of the flexibility his more youthful frame had possessed. It meant that he was sometimes caught in odd poses—with one heel buried in his crotch and the other resting flat in the sand as if he’d taken a very hilarious tumble, in this instance—but it was hardly a downside in his opinion.

“So, you mean to tell me that we’ve birthed some manner of parasitic monster?” Or, Riot had, but he hoped the ‘we’ kept it from sounding accusatory. “I suppose we should have expected this.” He rose again, sand falling from his plating.

“Can’t just pry her off, eh?” Windchill stopped to stretch his arms, too. “Fine, let’s go rescue your brother.” Off he went, expecting he could locate the scene of the crime by the sound of Eros’ whining alone.

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snakehorns replied to your post “Luckily, he’s not offering to fill anyone with cum tonight. Love...”

"I hope I'm not excluded, Love."

“Of course not. In fact, I’m willing to make you an exclusive offer.”

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Say HELLO to Bluebottle, Riot and Windchill’s original spawn. She will be a precious patoot when she hatches.

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What is the nature of existence.

Why are we here.

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Courage, dear boy.