Robot Sex!
... Don't ask. Random AIM weirdness.
The two mighty Decepticon gestalts grappled, Bruticus shoving the younger Menasor down into the earth. The car-based gestalt didn't seem to notice Bruticus's knee between his thighs, or the way he was practically riding it - he just fought furiously.
Bruticus laughed and wedged his knee to force Menasor's legs wider, enjoying this far too much. The other gestalt was strong and young and handsome, and if he thought too much about what he was doing, Bruticus would fall apart.
Menasor took that laugh as mockery, of course, and struggled all the harder, managing to wiggle one arm loose and immediately used it to crush Bruticus to him so he could try to break the other combiner's spine.
Not that he could without more leverage or his other arm free, but it made him feel better to try. Then Bruticus used his free hand to grab his aft-
And
it all
kind of
exploded.
"What was that all about?" Motormaster yelled, getting up in Onslaught's non-face.
The dark missile truck flicked his hands as if to get rid of some unwanted fluid. "I have not the slightest idea."
The two mighty Decepticon gestalts grappled, Bruticus shoving the younger Menasor down into the earth. The car-based gestalt didn't seem to notice Bruticus's knee between his thighs, or the way he was practically riding it - he just fought furiously.
Bruticus laughed and wedged his knee to force Menasor's legs wider, enjoying this far too much. The other gestalt was strong and young and handsome, and if he thought too much about what he was doing, Bruticus would fall apart.
Menasor took that laugh as mockery, of course, and struggled all the harder, managing to wiggle one arm loose and immediately used it to crush Bruticus to him so he could try to break the other combiner's spine.
Not that he could without more leverage or his other arm free, but it made him feel better to try. Then Bruticus used his free hand to grab his aft-
And
it all
kind of
exploded.
"What was that all about?" Motormaster yelled, getting up in Onslaught's non-face.
The dark missile truck flicked his hands as if to get rid of some unwanted fluid. "I have not the slightest idea."