I was aiming for puppy pile, but you get this instead ^^;
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Shriek whined and flicked her wings (all four of them). She was at the beach, but she was not enjoying it very much. Wasn't enjoying it at all, actually. There was sand everywhere in her, in her cock pit, in her joints, under her plating, and it hurt.
Even worse was that she was on her own right now... it had been a one-femme mission, so Ash and Morn were back at base and they wouldn't notice she was gone for at least another 3 cycles! This was unacceptable!
Shriek whimpered again and amped up her distress signal. She tried to get up, but the pieces of sand sent lances of agony up through her body, and she collapsed back onto her belly.
"U-um... miss? Are you okay?"
Shriek's head snapped around as she tried to see the mech standing behind and beside her. She whipped her rudder wings threateningly and snarled, baring pointed eyeteeth at the intruder when she noticed the bright red insignias he bore.
"Woah! Hey there! I'm not gonna hurt you!"
The Autobot paused, then knelt down, babbling.
"I mean, I probably should, because you're a con, but you haven't done anything to hurt me... And getting sand in you hurts a lot, doesn't it?"
Shriek looked blankly at the mech, then nodded slowly. What was the strange jet trying to do?
"I ... I could help you get it out? If you promise not to hurt me after, I mean."
The mech pulled out a small hand-vacuum and held it out hopefully.
Wait, he was going to fix the hurt? Truly?
Shriek wasn't so sure about this, but ... well, what did she have to lose? She nodded again and lowered her wings to her back. After a pause, she whispered softly, trying to reduce the static of her ruined voice as much as possible.
"Yes."
The jet's eyes practically lit up as he flicked the 'On' button for his vacuum, leaning over to start working at Shriek's wing joints. She hummed happily as she felt the sharp bits start to pull free. Blessed movement!
"See, doesn't hurt a bit, does it... Oh, I didn't get your name!"
The mech's voice sounded embarrassed, but he didn't stop working, so Shriek figured that she may as well tell him. Again, she whispered, trying her hardest to reduce the static and almost succeeding.
"Silentshriek."
She waited for the inevitable 'What the hell kind of name is /that/?', but instead... the jet just chuckled and she coudl hear his smile.
"I'm Fireflight. It's nice to meet you."
And Shriek began to wonder just why the Autobots were supposed to be the bad guys.
Re: At the Beachcrystal_sun396April 15 2008, 20:03:27 UTC
OMG they get along, gah so cuuuuuute! :DDDDDD
Shriek, femme of few words, has adorable thinking rhythms. And Fireflight is such a doll. I mean, what a sweetie. He's a flier, too. Morningstar has less to complain about.
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Shriek whined and flicked her wings (all four of them). She was at the beach, but she was not enjoying it very much. Wasn't enjoying it at all, actually. There was sand everywhere in her, in her cock pit, in her joints, under her plating, and it hurt.
Even worse was that she was on her own right now... it had been a one-femme mission, so Ash and Morn were back at base and they wouldn't notice she was gone for at least another 3 cycles! This was unacceptable!
Shriek whimpered again and amped up her distress signal. She tried to get up, but the pieces of sand sent lances of agony up through her body, and she collapsed back onto her belly.
"U-um... miss? Are you okay?"
Shriek's head snapped around as she tried to see the mech standing behind and beside her. She whipped her rudder wings threateningly and snarled, baring pointed eyeteeth at the intruder when she noticed the bright red insignias he bore.
"Woah! Hey there! I'm not gonna hurt you!"
The Autobot paused, then knelt down, babbling.
"I mean, I probably should, because you're a con, but you haven't done anything to hurt me... And getting sand in you hurts a lot, doesn't it?"
Shriek looked blankly at the mech, then nodded slowly. What was the strange jet trying to do?
"I ... I could help you get it out? If you promise not to hurt me after, I mean."
The mech pulled out a small hand-vacuum and held it out hopefully.
Wait, he was going to fix the hurt? Truly?
Shriek wasn't so sure about this, but ... well, what did she have to lose? She nodded again and lowered her wings to her back. After a pause, she whispered softly, trying to reduce the static of her ruined voice as much as possible.
"Yes."
The jet's eyes practically lit up as he flicked the 'On' button for his vacuum, leaning over to start working at Shriek's wing joints. She hummed happily as she felt the sharp bits start to pull free. Blessed movement!
"See, doesn't hurt a bit, does it... Oh, I didn't get your name!"
The mech's voice sounded embarrassed, but he didn't stop working, so Shriek figured that she may as well tell him. Again, she whispered, trying her hardest to reduce the static and almost succeeding.
"Silentshriek."
She waited for the inevitable 'What the hell kind of name is /that/?', but instead... the jet just chuckled and she coudl hear his smile.
"I'm Fireflight. It's nice to meet you."
And Shriek began to wonder just why the Autobots were supposed to be the bad guys.
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Shriek, femme of few words, has adorable thinking rhythms. And Fireflight is such a doll. I mean, what a sweetie. He's a flier, too. Morningstar has less to complain about.
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