#viciousbite || darkfang

[coetusmachina]

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BOXED IN // Hands over Darkfang to any~

Of all the things that he had hoped to not happen, this was probably one of them. Stuck in a small space with a bot he hadn't quite gotten to formally introduce himself to yet. He sighed, trying his communicator a few more times before giving up on it for the time being before focusing on the other bot in the room.

"I can't seem to be able to get in contact with anyone. Have you had any success?"

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @viciousbite ― ✧ )

There's a Snake slithering into her habsuite, through the vent, as his alt mode's frame flopped onto the floor. "Steamy~" Darkfang hissed, before pausing at the sturdier backstrut than normal before him. "Wha-- who the frag?! You look like Steamy whose consumed another mech. Why are you in here? Where's she?!"

His audials twitched as he heard the all too familiar slithering and flopping of a frame behind him as he tried to use the mirror available in his habsuite - was he really that much shorter normally?!

He turned, raising an optic ridge as he watched Darkfang freak out, unable to stop the low chuckle that escaped him - the sound forcing him to pause as he still wasn't used to just how deep he sounded now. Clearing his intake, he sighed and crossed his arms.

"Uh, yeah, about that... its me, Fangs - Steamy?" He let a smirk slip onto his derma when he realized that he was now taller than his friend. "One of those grey faces put their little spell on me and now, well, I'm a mech."

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @viciousbite ― ✧ )

First, silent clicks of pedes from before, Next, a pair of servos pressed down to cover her optics from behind. Lastly, a lick of a forked glossa to the underside of her finial. "Guess who~" Darkfang purred, clearly in a playful mood. //From M!A Steamy :3c

She gave a soft groan as the helmache she had experienced started to fade, and she sat back up with a sigh. When the servos came over her optics, she didn't hesitate to grab onto whoever's arms that came around her, stand and throw him off. She kicked her chair out of the way and backed away to put a bit more distance between her and him.

"I'd guess if I knew who you were - or how you managed to get in my room."

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @viciousbite ― ✧ )

Mini Steamtrack's personal space invaded by a dark beast called Darkfang. He shoved his faceplates into her small frame, sniffing her scent into his sensors with both his nasal sensors and with small tickling flickers of his glossa. At the confirmation of her identity, his optics widened and finials perked up before a pair of dentae latched, gently, onto the scruff of her back plating to pick her up. Carried away like a prize to his resting place next to the berth and placed down as the Snake curled himself around her. Well protected, and not allowed to leave, without him by her side. //Feral Darkfang.

Steamtrack was still trying to figure out just what had happened and why she was suddenly so small when her space was invaded. For a moment she stiffened, startled, before she was able to turn her helm enough to see just who it was that was sniffing at her. Seeing Darkfang, she could feel her whole frame relax and a small laugh bubble out of her.

"Primus, 'Fang! Gave me a sca—!"

A small yelp left her as he picked her up, optics wide as she was carried like a newborn cyberkitten to where he normally rested beside her berth. She blinked, watching him as he curled around her — her spark pulsed a little harder and she couldn't stop the soft smile that spread over her derma. With a sigh, she reached up as best as she could to press a light kiss to his cheek before settling against him.

She didn't have anywhere really to be, so... there was no harm in staying with him like this for a little while, right?

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @viciousbite ― ✧ )

Clawed digits picked up a beautiful petal from the floor, shifting it from side to side before optics glanced over at Steamtrack's room's door. Had she gone flower shopping? Darkfang tilted his helm and gave the door a gentle knock before he used the code to 'barge' into her hab suite.

Steamtrack barely missed the knock on her hab's door before it opened, sitting on her berth and bent over slightly with a servo over her mouth - coughing hard enough to keep pushing her forward. It was uncomfortable to say the least, and she wasn't sure how to feel about the dark purple petals that kept falling from her intake every time she pulled her servo away.

She blinked, looking up at Darkfang as he entered, wiping her mouth and giving him a small grin, "Ah, hey Fangs.."

[coetusmachina]

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💤 // Darkfang for Steamtrack <3 for late birthday horny torment. xD

Steamtrack whined softly as she looked up at Darkfang above her, his spike hitting each sensor inside her so wonderfully. Her legs tightened around his waist as her servos cupped his helm, pressing their forehelms together. Frag, he felt so good inside her.

"Darkfang~" She pressed her derma to his, letting him thrust into her — use her frame as he pleased. Each brush of their hips against one another had pleasure surging over her frame. She could barely think straight; couldn't think of anything outside of him. His name fell from her derma like a prayer as the pleasure continued to grow, tears starting to slip down her cheeks as she brought him down for a kiss.

Her digits dug into his plating as she felt her climax drawing near. Another whine left her, not wanting this to end.. She tightened around him, pulling back from the kiss as steam puffed from her intake. Almost there... "Darkfang... I lo—!"

She gasped as she woke, vocals glitching as she felt overload wash over her which caused a moan to fall from her. Frag.. What the..? She vented heavily as she sat up, grimacing as she felt the mess behind her panels, and still a charge running through her system. She was gonna need a cold shower...

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @viciousbite ― ✧ )

Waiting, waiting... at the dark edges of the forest near a motorway. It only needed one car to pass by and Darkfang launched into action. He sprinted on all fours after the car, claws scratching asphalt to try and catch his play prey. If a chance given, or the cars speed lowered, they'd get Darkfang pouncing onto the top hood to flatly latch onto it for an extra ride. //For blue cop or red blitz (or any really), feral snek.

This was probably one of the very few and rare days that Red Blitz really didn't feel like racing, just taking a genuine and casual drive around the city and out toward the outskirts - probably further out if he really felt like it. It wasn't a bad thing for a racer like him to need a break once in a while to just relax!

When he heard the trees rustling and looked behind, he yelled - optics widening as he saw a - a MONSTER running after him! Continuing to yell, he shifted gears and sped off as fast as he could to try and get away from whatever that thing was!

He looked back again and slowed down when it looked like whatever that thing was wasn't behind him anymore... only for something heavy to land on top of him! He screamed and went faster - driving straight into the woods surrounding the road.

[coetusmachina]

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🍑👋 //Darkfang at Steamy

Her finials stood up as she felt a servo on her aft, her doorwings stiffening and giving a little flutter before she turns and looks for whoever just—

Seeing Darkfang, she rolls her optics and laughs, giving him a wink, "Couldn't just say hi like normal, huh?"