That isn't TFA Megatron...that's a clone that looks and sounds like him.
There is an author on LJ who is known to write pretty horrid porn. I ran across it and after laughing about it on MSN last night I thought I'd share it here.
Why do you insist I do this?
Because if you don't, I'll change your Formspring profile picture into a moose.
Grrrh!
This excerpt is from "Megatron's Little Seeker" by GeminiGirl83. TFA fic. Megatron? Take it away.
Oh, so this is about the bucket? Fine. I'll make sport of this garbage.
*****
Arkana grumbled as three mechs surrounded her at her table, offering her energon and a good time. What a pathetic excuse of a narrative hook. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Femmes were rare, especially within the Decepticon ranks. There were only three other femmes she knew about. Strika, a behemoth that most mechs wouldn’t touch due to her ugly appearance and the fact that she was Lugnut’s consort. Since when did that stop a Mary Sue? Oh, there's more to this? Excuse the interruption. Blackarachnia, although curvaceous with a heavenly voice, was often brushed off in repulsion due to her being techno-organic. The fanart I see of Blackarachnia tends to be the most horrendous. Lastly, there was Flip-Sides, an undercover agent that rarely appeared in public and whose features were too child like for many tastes. Wait for it... That only left her to deal with the non-stop advances of amorous males. She was considered a rare beauty with her elegant black helm and red wings, alabaster faceplates, crimson cockpit with a shapely grey/red chassis, and white thighs with long ruby lower legs. Yes, our star of the story gets the most detailed description. Thank you for proving you are already a Sue.
She tried to dismiss the mechs with a wave of her servo, but they persisted, stroking her shoulders and groping her chassis, making her snarl in fury and swat at the wandering servos that were drifting too close to her aft and groin. You fool! You are supposed to be a Decepticon! Knock them down with your weaponry! Ugh! Pathetic, how did you even get into my counterpart's army?
"I suggest you three leave me in peace before you end up with permanent damage," Arkana spat in disgust.
"Don’t be so rude, femme," one mech growled.
"Yeah, we outrank you," the second mech chuckled. Oh, the rank card. You're making me yawn.
"Be nice or we’ll drag you to the brig," the third mech sneered. "I’ve heard the guards down there are very rough with prisoners…even more so with pretty femmes. They don’t know how to properly treat a femme like we do." The author insists on reminding us of her Mary Sue's beauty. This is annoying.
Arkana, clearly not impressed or intimidated by their bravado, snorted, "This is your last warning. Leave me alone." Or what?
"Guess we’re doing this the hard way then," the first mech leered, grabbing her arm roughly and trying to hoist her up.
Yanking her arm free, she shot up and elbowed the first mech in the mouth, making him stagger back with a pained cry as his front dentals were smashed from his jaw. Finally, something entertaining! Whipping around, she kicked the second mech in the abdomen and punched the third mech in the helm, causing both to tumble to the floor with agonized screams.
"How the slag can you three outrank me?" Arkana sighed. "You’re all so…pathetic." Because Mary Sue is always the strongest, correct?
"Bitch!" Human curses? Have these bots been to Earth? Pffff. Morons.
She gasped as the first mech grabbed her around the waist. The other two mechs struggled to get up, one snagging her swinging arms while the other grabbed her legs, all three straining to keep her trapped in their arms. Her size is never stated. If she is so delicate, why does it take so many---oh, I forgot, she is a Sue. This was going to end badly if she couldn’t escape. Please, don't escape. She had a few friends, but they were currently on monitor duty, and even if she reached them through com link, they wouldn’t be able to leave their station for fear of punishment. Pathetic. She struggled even harder, but their grips were like a vice, letting out an infuriated scream as the three mechs began carrying her out of the cafeteria. HA! HAHAHA! The three mechs suddenly stopped when the door slid open, revealing the massive form of Megatron, closely followed by Lugnut and Blitzwing. They dropped her in a panic and bowed their helms before their leader. The bucket appears...
"You three better have a good explanation as to why you’re assaulting this femme," Megatron growled. WHAT?!
"S--She attacked us!" the first mech stammered.
"W--We were taking her to the brig!" the second mech stuttered.
"W--We weren’t going to harm her!" the third mech cried.
Megatron’s optics narrowed. "I saw everything on a security camera. Did you really think you could lie to me? Lugnut…Blitzwing…take this trash to the brig and make sure they’re adequately punished." This is wrong...
The three mechs cowered and pleaded for mercy as Lugnut and Blitzwing hauled them away with wicked smirks. Megatron stepped closer to Arkana and extended his servo, but she shook her helm and stood up on her own. My patience is wearing thin. How much more of this garbage do I have to read?
"Thank you, Lord Megatron, but I can manage," Arkana sighed, briskly turning away. Well, she got his title right.
"Why do you hate me, Arkana?" Megatron murmured. WHAAAAAAT?
She stopped and turned around, giving him a puzzled look. Ever since joining the Decepticons, he had often flirted with her and even offered her a position in the elite ranks of his army, but she always refused him. My countepart does not flirt. She wanted to earn her place through her skills on the battlefield not in the berth. *Facepalm*
"I don’t hate you, my Lord," Arkana muttered. "I think you’re amazing…but my loyalty only goes so far. I’m not going to be your whore." HA!
Such a bold statement could have landed her in the brig or being beaten to scrap, but instead of being enraged at her brashness, he appeared almost sad. .........................this is not my annoying counterpart. This is but a pale facsimile of the mech I argue with on a near nightly basis.
"My whore?" Megatron asked. "What made you think that was my one and only intention for you?"
"It’s all mechs want from me," Arkana mumbled. Of COURSE. You simpering little fool, you are so predictable.
"Well…I’m different," Megatron cooed, gently grasping her servo and tenderly kissing the top, "and I plan on proving it, my dear." No, no, this is absolutely not my counterpart.
"Is that so, my Lord," Arkana murmured, shivering from the softness of his lips on her servo. "My trust isn’t easy to earn." Hard to get is only a game if you know how to play, and she clearly doesn't.
"Hmm…I do enjoy a challenge," Megatron chuckled. I almost pity my buckethead of a counterpart.
This is boring. I'll jump to the worst part. *gets an energon martini.*
*****
"Such a sweet beauty," Megatron cooed, "but I’m still going to punish you. I think a lashing is in order." *SPIIIIIIIIIT!* W-what?!
She cried out in shock as he flipped her over, crying out again when his glossa slid over her aft plating. His servos eased her legs apart, and he nibbled her paneling, silently requesting her to open. Let's pretend for a moment that we have a need for sexual intercourse. If that was the case, SHE would be servicing HIM!
"M--Megatron…it’s been so long," Arkana whimpered, thighs quivering as she retracted her plating. "I’m so close to exploding." Please, explode and die.
Megatron’s spark plumed with lust as her wet, silver valve came into view. "Mmm…then I promise not to tease you…much." ...valve?
His warm glossa slid over her folds, making her shriek and dig her talons into the floor. No. Just no. Bolts of electricity emitted from his glossa straight to her valve, focusing in on her sensors. Another shriek tore through her vocalizer, and she shoved her aft back into his face, making him grunt and quickly grab her hips, keeping her still as he devoured her sweet valve at a leisurely pace. Oh, come on. This is pitiful. How is this supposed to be stimulating to anyone?
"A--Ah, my Lord!" Arkana panted. "More!"
"You don’t get to order me around, my dear," Megatron chuckled, "but if you beg…" I loathe this. I loathe it. Loathe it...ugh!
"Make me," Arkana taunted.
Smirking at her challenge, he drove his glossa into her opening, using his fingers to stroke the sensitive nub above her silky folds. What is that organ females have? A clitoris? Why would a Cybertronian have one? Oh, I forgot, humans seem to think our bodies work just like theirs. How arrogant of you. The teasing flicks of his glossa and fingers drove her mad with lust, crying out in pleasure, condensation trickling down her rapidly heating frame, wings drooping and shaking. Ugh.
"Ready to submit to me?" Megatron leered, giving her aft a firm smack. Oh, no, he did not just...
Arkana gasped, "N--Not a chance!"
Without warning, he shoved three of his long digits deep inside her. Yes, it is like throwing a Minicon down a hallway. She squeezed her optics shut, stifling a moan as he began to pump his digits into her hot and clenching channel, thumb working against her sensor node in matching rhythm. *Sets down his martini and looks on in disgust.* He watched with amusement as she began to work her hips against his questing fingers. Her resolve was disintegrating, and it would only be a matter of time before she finally submitted to him. Submission, at least this author got that much right. Faster and faster she grinded back into his servo, and the heated sensation of climax began to spread through her writhing body, but he withdrew his fingers, making her growl in frustration. Kill her!
"Megatron!" Arkana snapped.
"Oh…what is it, my dear?" Megatron muttered, patting her aft. "Do you want something?" AUGH! This is disgusting.
Huffing in annoyance, Arkana yielded. "I…want you."
Although he was tempted to continue teasing her, he didn’t want to push his luck and have the little beauty storm off in a rage. Because my counterpart can't simply TAKE what he wants. Oh, no. How foolish. Gently turning her back over, he kissed and nipped the glass of her cockpit, making her buck and whine. Slowly drifting down her frame, he gave her a wicked smile before lowering his face to her aching core. Oh, he's going to rip out her spark? Yes... She slammed her helm back on the floor and grabbed hold of his helm with both servos when his glossa firmly danced over her swollen sensor node, lips sealing over it. WHAT?! WHAAAAAAT?! Cybertronians are made of metal, no part of our body is capable of swelling! What IS this trash?! He swirled his glossa back and forth, causing her to thrash and snarl. Her frame tensed for a moment, then convulsed as she screeched long and loud as ecstasy flowed through her. Iamnotseeingthis... Sagging weakly and mewling, she released his helm from her tight hold. He gave her nub one last lick and then pulled away, licking the lubricant staining his lips, optics flickering with lust as her still pulsing valve gleamed in the dim light. This is revolting.
"Megatron…my Lord…so…wonderful," Arkana panted.
"Your praise fills my spark with joy," Megatron murmured, sitting up. "Will you let me claim you? Be mine…only mine." This does not sound like my counterpart at all. He does not feel joy or glee or pleasure unless he is laying waste to the Autobot army.
The plating on his groin opened, and her optics widened with shock. He was enormous, his pulsing cable erect with pearly lubricant trickling with the tip. *covers screen* This is wrong. I will not read--AUGH! She was both mesmerized and terrified of the length before her. Is it his fusion cannon? You moron, that should be on his arm! Wait? What? Ohhh...this is disgusting. None of her previous partners came close to his size, and she trembled at the thought of being filled by his arousal, which would obviously be a bit painful but would eventually bring great pleasure as well. *headdesk*
"Yes," Arkana whimpered.
Wrapping one arm possessively around her, he used his free servo to guide his arousal to her valve, causing her to squirm as the massive tip of his large cable pressed against her dripping folds. She should have that leak repaired. He pushed forward very slowly, entering her tight passage, searching for any sign of pain. Make up your mind! Is it like hurling a Minicon down a hallway, or is it tight enough to split organic hair? She winced and hissed, but she encouraged him to keep going by wrapping her legs around his hips, pedes pressing him forward. Carefully, he pressed further in, shouting in bliss when his cable became fully sheathed within her rippling channel. I wish I was capable of vomiting.
"Primus…you fit so perfectly around me," Megatron hissed. "So perfect for me. Only me." Now use this 'cable' to rip her apart.
She nearly climaxed from those hot words, grabbing the back of his helm and tugging him down for a heated kiss, glossa tangling with his as he withdrew his cable from her clenching warmth and sank back in. He repeated this gentle rhythm until she snarled into his mouth and her talons dug into his shoulders, warning him to pick up the pace. Gentle? No. This is horrible! Holding back a chuckle, he plunged into her hot depth, smiling when he felt her passage tighten considerably around him, amused and proud at how fast she was approaching her second overload from his ravishment. Oh, please, how much more of this do I have to read?
"You’re close," Megatron panted, driving even harder into her. "I can feel it. You love my cable pounding into you." This is almost frightening.
"Y--Yes! My Lord!" Arkana wailed. "M--Make me overload! Please!" Yes, overload! That means an explosion, right? The blast should kill them both and end this miserable excuse of a fanfic!
He began to brutally slam himself into her, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit a cluster of sensitive wiring, assaulting her slim neck with bruising kisses and bites. Ugh... She screeched loudly, talons piercing the armor of his shoulders, and her tight passage, pulsing from the throes of climax, clamped down around him. The only known object to ever pierce my counterpart's armor was the Magnus hammer. The sudden vice like grip on his cable made him howl and ram into her, lubricant spurting from his cable and intermingling with her fluid as he also reached his peak. How foul. This is like a slow motion nightmare! He was reluctant to leave her warmth, but basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking in the middle of the control room when there was a shift change about to take place just wasn’t a good idea. He did this in PUBLIC?! Oh, what new low will fangirls sink into before someone erradicates their kind?!
I refuse to read any more of this trash! I have Minicons to capture. Get lost, and take this trashy romance with you!
*Truckfucked is now a bloody smear because Megatron got tired of MSTing.*
Why do you insist I do this?
Because if you don't, I'll change your Formspring profile picture into a moose.
Grrrh!
This excerpt is from "Megatron's Little Seeker" by GeminiGirl83. TFA fic. Megatron? Take it away.
Oh, so this is about the bucket? Fine. I'll make sport of this garbage.
*****
Arkana grumbled as three mechs surrounded her at her table, offering her energon and a good time. What a pathetic excuse of a narrative hook. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Femmes were rare, especially within the Decepticon ranks. There were only three other femmes she knew about. Strika, a behemoth that most mechs wouldn’t touch due to her ugly appearance and the fact that she was Lugnut’s consort. Since when did that stop a Mary Sue? Oh, there's more to this? Excuse the interruption. Blackarachnia, although curvaceous with a heavenly voice, was often brushed off in repulsion due to her being techno-organic. The fanart I see of Blackarachnia tends to be the most horrendous. Lastly, there was Flip-Sides, an undercover agent that rarely appeared in public and whose features were too child like for many tastes. Wait for it... That only left her to deal with the non-stop advances of amorous males. She was considered a rare beauty with her elegant black helm and red wings, alabaster faceplates, crimson cockpit with a shapely grey/red chassis, and white thighs with long ruby lower legs. Yes, our star of the story gets the most detailed description. Thank you for proving you are already a Sue.
She tried to dismiss the mechs with a wave of her servo, but they persisted, stroking her shoulders and groping her chassis, making her snarl in fury and swat at the wandering servos that were drifting too close to her aft and groin. You fool! You are supposed to be a Decepticon! Knock them down with your weaponry! Ugh! Pathetic, how did you even get into my counterpart's army?
"I suggest you three leave me in peace before you end up with permanent damage," Arkana spat in disgust.
"Don’t be so rude, femme," one mech growled.
"Yeah, we outrank you," the second mech chuckled. Oh, the rank card. You're making me yawn.
"Be nice or we’ll drag you to the brig," the third mech sneered. "I’ve heard the guards down there are very rough with prisoners…even more so with pretty femmes. They don’t know how to properly treat a femme like we do." The author insists on reminding us of her Mary Sue's beauty. This is annoying.
Arkana, clearly not impressed or intimidated by their bravado, snorted, "This is your last warning. Leave me alone." Or what?
"Guess we’re doing this the hard way then," the first mech leered, grabbing her arm roughly and trying to hoist her up.
Yanking her arm free, she shot up and elbowed the first mech in the mouth, making him stagger back with a pained cry as his front dentals were smashed from his jaw. Finally, something entertaining! Whipping around, she kicked the second mech in the abdomen and punched the third mech in the helm, causing both to tumble to the floor with agonized screams.
"How the slag can you three outrank me?" Arkana sighed. "You’re all so…pathetic." Because Mary Sue is always the strongest, correct?
"Bitch!" Human curses? Have these bots been to Earth? Pffff. Morons.
She gasped as the first mech grabbed her around the waist. The other two mechs struggled to get up, one snagging her swinging arms while the other grabbed her legs, all three straining to keep her trapped in their arms. Her size is never stated. If she is so delicate, why does it take so many---oh, I forgot, she is a Sue. This was going to end badly if she couldn’t escape. Please, don't escape. She had a few friends, but they were currently on monitor duty, and even if she reached them through com link, they wouldn’t be able to leave their station for fear of punishment. Pathetic. She struggled even harder, but their grips were like a vice, letting out an infuriated scream as the three mechs began carrying her out of the cafeteria. HA! HAHAHA! The three mechs suddenly stopped when the door slid open, revealing the massive form of Megatron, closely followed by Lugnut and Blitzwing. They dropped her in a panic and bowed their helms before their leader. The bucket appears...
"You three better have a good explanation as to why you’re assaulting this femme," Megatron growled. WHAT?!
"S--She attacked us!" the first mech stammered.
"W--We were taking her to the brig!" the second mech stuttered.
"W--We weren’t going to harm her!" the third mech cried.
Megatron’s optics narrowed. "I saw everything on a security camera. Did you really think you could lie to me? Lugnut…Blitzwing…take this trash to the brig and make sure they’re adequately punished." This is wrong...
The three mechs cowered and pleaded for mercy as Lugnut and Blitzwing hauled them away with wicked smirks. Megatron stepped closer to Arkana and extended his servo, but she shook her helm and stood up on her own. My patience is wearing thin. How much more of this garbage do I have to read?
"Thank you, Lord Megatron, but I can manage," Arkana sighed, briskly turning away. Well, she got his title right.
"Why do you hate me, Arkana?" Megatron murmured. WHAAAAAAT?
She stopped and turned around, giving him a puzzled look. Ever since joining the Decepticons, he had often flirted with her and even offered her a position in the elite ranks of his army, but she always refused him. My countepart does not flirt. She wanted to earn her place through her skills on the battlefield not in the berth. *Facepalm*
"I don’t hate you, my Lord," Arkana muttered. "I think you’re amazing…but my loyalty only goes so far. I’m not going to be your whore." HA!
Such a bold statement could have landed her in the brig or being beaten to scrap, but instead of being enraged at her brashness, he appeared almost sad. .........................this is not my annoying counterpart. This is but a pale facsimile of the mech I argue with on a near nightly basis.
"My whore?" Megatron asked. "What made you think that was my one and only intention for you?"
"It’s all mechs want from me," Arkana mumbled. Of COURSE. You simpering little fool, you are so predictable.
"Well…I’m different," Megatron cooed, gently grasping her servo and tenderly kissing the top, "and I plan on proving it, my dear." No, no, this is absolutely not my counterpart.
"Is that so, my Lord," Arkana murmured, shivering from the softness of his lips on her servo. "My trust isn’t easy to earn." Hard to get is only a game if you know how to play, and she clearly doesn't.
"Hmm…I do enjoy a challenge," Megatron chuckled. I almost pity my buckethead of a counterpart.
This is boring. I'll jump to the worst part. *gets an energon martini.*
*****
"Such a sweet beauty," Megatron cooed, "but I’m still going to punish you. I think a lashing is in order." *SPIIIIIIIIIT!* W-what?!
She cried out in shock as he flipped her over, crying out again when his glossa slid over her aft plating. His servos eased her legs apart, and he nibbled her paneling, silently requesting her to open. Let's pretend for a moment that we have a need for sexual intercourse. If that was the case, SHE would be servicing HIM!
"M--Megatron…it’s been so long," Arkana whimpered, thighs quivering as she retracted her plating. "I’m so close to exploding." Please, explode and die.
Megatron’s spark plumed with lust as her wet, silver valve came into view. "Mmm…then I promise not to tease you…much." ...valve?
His warm glossa slid over her folds, making her shriek and dig her talons into the floor. No. Just no. Bolts of electricity emitted from his glossa straight to her valve, focusing in on her sensors. Another shriek tore through her vocalizer, and she shoved her aft back into his face, making him grunt and quickly grab her hips, keeping her still as he devoured her sweet valve at a leisurely pace. Oh, come on. This is pitiful. How is this supposed to be stimulating to anyone?
"A--Ah, my Lord!" Arkana panted. "More!"
"You don’t get to order me around, my dear," Megatron chuckled, "but if you beg…" I loathe this. I loathe it. Loathe it...ugh!
"Make me," Arkana taunted.
Smirking at her challenge, he drove his glossa into her opening, using his fingers to stroke the sensitive nub above her silky folds. What is that organ females have? A clitoris? Why would a Cybertronian have one? Oh, I forgot, humans seem to think our bodies work just like theirs. How arrogant of you. The teasing flicks of his glossa and fingers drove her mad with lust, crying out in pleasure, condensation trickling down her rapidly heating frame, wings drooping and shaking. Ugh.
"Ready to submit to me?" Megatron leered, giving her aft a firm smack. Oh, no, he did not just...
Arkana gasped, "N--Not a chance!"
Without warning, he shoved three of his long digits deep inside her. Yes, it is like throwing a Minicon down a hallway. She squeezed her optics shut, stifling a moan as he began to pump his digits into her hot and clenching channel, thumb working against her sensor node in matching rhythm. *Sets down his martini and looks on in disgust.* He watched with amusement as she began to work her hips against his questing fingers. Her resolve was disintegrating, and it would only be a matter of time before she finally submitted to him. Submission, at least this author got that much right. Faster and faster she grinded back into his servo, and the heated sensation of climax began to spread through her writhing body, but he withdrew his fingers, making her growl in frustration. Kill her!
"Megatron!" Arkana snapped.
"Oh…what is it, my dear?" Megatron muttered, patting her aft. "Do you want something?" AUGH! This is disgusting.
Huffing in annoyance, Arkana yielded. "I…want you."
Although he was tempted to continue teasing her, he didn’t want to push his luck and have the little beauty storm off in a rage. Because my counterpart can't simply TAKE what he wants. Oh, no. How foolish. Gently turning her back over, he kissed and nipped the glass of her cockpit, making her buck and whine. Slowly drifting down her frame, he gave her a wicked smile before lowering his face to her aching core. Oh, he's going to rip out her spark? Yes... She slammed her helm back on the floor and grabbed hold of his helm with both servos when his glossa firmly danced over her swollen sensor node, lips sealing over it. WHAT?! WHAAAAAAT?! Cybertronians are made of metal, no part of our body is capable of swelling! What IS this trash?! He swirled his glossa back and forth, causing her to thrash and snarl. Her frame tensed for a moment, then convulsed as she screeched long and loud as ecstasy flowed through her. Iamnotseeingthis... Sagging weakly and mewling, she released his helm from her tight hold. He gave her nub one last lick and then pulled away, licking the lubricant staining his lips, optics flickering with lust as her still pulsing valve gleamed in the dim light. This is revolting.
"Megatron…my Lord…so…wonderful," Arkana panted.
"Your praise fills my spark with joy," Megatron murmured, sitting up. "Will you let me claim you? Be mine…only mine." This does not sound like my counterpart at all. He does not feel joy or glee or pleasure unless he is laying waste to the Autobot army.
The plating on his groin opened, and her optics widened with shock. He was enormous, his pulsing cable erect with pearly lubricant trickling with the tip. *covers screen* This is wrong. I will not read--AUGH! She was both mesmerized and terrified of the length before her. Is it his fusion cannon? You moron, that should be on his arm! Wait? What? Ohhh...this is disgusting. None of her previous partners came close to his size, and she trembled at the thought of being filled by his arousal, which would obviously be a bit painful but would eventually bring great pleasure as well. *headdesk*
"Yes," Arkana whimpered.
Wrapping one arm possessively around her, he used his free servo to guide his arousal to her valve, causing her to squirm as the massive tip of his large cable pressed against her dripping folds. She should have that leak repaired. He pushed forward very slowly, entering her tight passage, searching for any sign of pain. Make up your mind! Is it like hurling a Minicon down a hallway, or is it tight enough to split organic hair? She winced and hissed, but she encouraged him to keep going by wrapping her legs around his hips, pedes pressing him forward. Carefully, he pressed further in, shouting in bliss when his cable became fully sheathed within her rippling channel. I wish I was capable of vomiting.
"Primus…you fit so perfectly around me," Megatron hissed. "So perfect for me. Only me." Now use this 'cable' to rip her apart.
She nearly climaxed from those hot words, grabbing the back of his helm and tugging him down for a heated kiss, glossa tangling with his as he withdrew his cable from her clenching warmth and sank back in. He repeated this gentle rhythm until she snarled into his mouth and her talons dug into his shoulders, warning him to pick up the pace. Gentle? No. This is horrible! Holding back a chuckle, he plunged into her hot depth, smiling when he felt her passage tighten considerably around him, amused and proud at how fast she was approaching her second overload from his ravishment. Oh, please, how much more of this do I have to read?
"You’re close," Megatron panted, driving even harder into her. "I can feel it. You love my cable pounding into you." This is almost frightening.
"Y--Yes! My Lord!" Arkana wailed. "M--Make me overload! Please!" Yes, overload! That means an explosion, right? The blast should kill them both and end this miserable excuse of a fanfic!
He began to brutally slam himself into her, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit a cluster of sensitive wiring, assaulting her slim neck with bruising kisses and bites. Ugh... She screeched loudly, talons piercing the armor of his shoulders, and her tight passage, pulsing from the throes of climax, clamped down around him. The only known object to ever pierce my counterpart's armor was the Magnus hammer. The sudden vice like grip on his cable made him howl and ram into her, lubricant spurting from his cable and intermingling with her fluid as he also reached his peak. How foul. This is like a slow motion nightmare! He was reluctant to leave her warmth, but basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking in the middle of the control room when there was a shift change about to take place just wasn’t a good idea. He did this in PUBLIC?! Oh, what new low will fangirls sink into before someone erradicates their kind?!
I refuse to read any more of this trash! I have Minicons to capture. Get lost, and take this trashy romance with you!
*Truckfucked is now a bloody smear because Megatron got tired of MSTing.*