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@Gravescratch perks his helm up from his hiding spot in a large pile of rubble, all six antennae perking up in interest, and climbs out of the hole to get a better look at… whatever that is with all the limbs. Is that some sort of… no, actually, he doesn’t have /any/ idea what that it. The intimidatingly large mech near it doesn’t seem to be acting like it’s terribly dangerous, at least. Still… is he /really/ curious enough to go and see what- who is he kidding, yes, he is curious enough.

arctos-sleuth:

gravescratch:

arctos-sleuth:

@gravescratch

Specter had known something was alive in the rubble, but the sheer bulk of it had hindered his readings. At least until the bot had pulled itself out.

Bruin debates for a moment on pretending to ignore it and maintaining the element of surprise, but shuffles that aside quickly. Spotter and the wolves are off on long distance recon, alert to what’s happening but unconcerned as Bruin is.

A silent command is given, and Specter, in all his shadowy glory, whips around to face the mound of rubble hiding the unknown entity. Neck coiled back, tail arched, and legs planted, his biolights flickering out. He is more than eager to hunt, even if it’s only a turbofox.

::Steady Specs, no jumping the gun::

《I know the game, quit worrying》

Gravescratch’s antennae twitch faster at the contact, then settle, and he leans his helm gently into Bruin’s touches. Mm. That’s nice, and Bruin stopped touching him when he tensed up, which is an excellent sign. Large and powerful as he may be, this mech seems friendly enough, and Gravescratch considers himself to be a good judge of character, so… does he want to go? 

More specifically, does he want to go back to a ship that probably doesn’t have anything on it that will eat him, but does have people who are gentle and calm and want to pet and interface with him?

Pit yes. 

Rumbling softly, he steps closer and lowers all four servos to pet seams in Bruin’s stomach and sides, leaning in to nuzzle that tempting crest again. “Absolutely. I would love for this to continue.” he purrs, then leans back a fraction, meeting Bruin’s optics. “But, and forgive my bluntness, you will not be spiking me. I am open to discussion, particularly as to whether they” a quick glance over at the cyber-wolves, “would be interested, but you spiking me is off the table because I rather like being able to walk.” he comments, one servo straying down to rub a spot on Bruin’s stomach riight above his codpiece. 

He’s a bit reluctant to back off. The contact is nice, he’s still curious, and, quite frankly, he’s rather hoping to be picked up and wrapped around Bruin’s shoulders. It would probably be comfortable, and he quite likes the idea of being picked up and carried to someone’s berth. So he stays right up close, prurring softly and petting seams, and debates whether or not he wants to mention that particular desire. 

Friendly might be an understatement now, but Bruins base coding had  always been to protect. A private bodyguard before the war, others always got put ahead of himself. 

Bruin’s internal temperature is already beginning to tick upwards with four roaming servos at work. Thankfully he dulled the sensors in his crest after last time, at least for now, not wanting a full systems reset, but it will still garner a rumble and the crest itself twitching.

“If that tongue is as magical as it looks, then I don’t mind in the least. They will have to speak for themselves however-” and he’s going to get cut off by that straying servo and a choked growl will come out instead.  

Gravescratch doesn’t seem like he’ll be inclined to release him any time soon, so Bruin is just going to expedite things now that he has confirmed interest in returning to the ship. With an APC alt mode, he is meant to be able to haul heavy loads on top of supporting his armor so his frame is more than reinforced enough to carry one light dog mech and drag an empty frame.

The servo on his chest is going to reach around under Gravescratch’s legs and lift as he stands up. He’ll snag the dead mech on his way past, heading to the ground bridge Spotter just opened.

While Bruin’s judgement may sometimes be questionable, none of the pack are going to step in this time. Quite frankly, Bruin is enjoying himself and they would take no happiness from interrupting. And they don’t feel this one lone bot is threat to all of them.

Gravescratch hums out a little “mrrrr<3″ noise as he’s picked up, happily draping himself across Bruin’s shoulder, and almost immediately gets distracted by the big mech’s back armor. 

Fans running softly, he runs three servos down over all the thick armor, mapping it out, then grins (really, opens his mouth slightly, perks his antennae, and lets his tonguetip hang out) and grabs a servoful of Bruin’s aft, nimble fingers going right for the seams at the back of his codpiece. He’s not going to struggle or try to get away, doesn’t want to even in play, but he is going to be distracting. He even considers licking that pretty crest, but discards the idea on the grounds that he’d rather not be dropped. 

So he plays with seams, dips nimble fingertips into anywhere that seems promising, and twists his helm around to see where they’re going, antennae clamping flat to his helm in preparation for the deluge of energy from the groundbridge.

As soon as they’re in the ship and therefore can’t bring in any scavengers with the scent, Gravescratch relaxes and wriggles his hips, letting the armor fluff up to let out heat. Which also releases a wave of arousal-scent, more that likely enough for the wolves to pick up on. He’s excited; it’s been quite awhile since he’s interfaced, and much longer since he had more than one potential berthmate. 

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@Gravescratch perks his helm up from his hiding spot in a large pile of rubble, all six antennae perking up in interest, and climbs out of the hole to get a better look at… whatever that is with all the limbs. Is that some sort of… no, actually, he doesn’t have /any/ idea what that it. The intimidatingly large mech near it doesn’t seem to be acting like it’s terribly dangerous, at least. Still… is he /really/ curious enough to go and see what- who is he kidding, yes, he is curious enough.

arctos-sleuth:

gravescratch:

arctos-sleuth:

@gravescratch

Specter had known something was alive in the rubble, but the sheer bulk of it had hindered his readings. At least until the bot had pulled itself out.

Bruin debates for a moment on pretending to ignore it and maintaining the element of surprise, but shuffles that aside quickly. Spotter and the wolves are off on long distance recon, alert to what’s happening but unconcerned as Bruin is.

A silent command is given, and Specter, in all his shadowy glory, whips around to face the mound of rubble hiding the unknown entity. Neck coiled back, tail arched, and legs planted, his biolights flickering out. He is more than eager to hunt, even if it’s only a turbofox.

::Steady Specs, no jumping the gun::

《I know the game, quit worrying》

Still projecting calm curiosity with a growing hint of interest, Gravescratch watches the new arrivals, servos drifting down Bruin’s side- and tenses, just a bit, at the touches. Not a spot he was expecting to have touched, especially not like that, and- 

Ahh, he flirted accidentally. Again. Visibly relaxing and leaning into the touches a bit to make it clear that he isn’t rejecting them, he turns to look the wolves over, clearly sizing them up, then chuckles and leans up to nuzzle that pretty spiked crest. It’s very soft, and it’s not curiosity-based- it’s closer to affection, maybe a bit of reassurance. 

Not quite a suggestion, but he’s trying to hint that he’s open. He’s not actually going to say anything, just in case he’s misinterpreted the situation and will scare them off or end the contact if he mentions it, but… open body language, staying much closer than is really needed for an inspection, fluffed plating around those exploring servos… he’s making it clear that he’d welcome more attention. 

At this point, he’s worked his way down to Bruin’s stomach, and he lightly strokes the plating under his narrow servos as he tries to decide what to do next. The logical progression would be the big mech’s thighs, but… hm. What will the reaction to that be? 

And is he going to get any sort of reaction by deliberately licking the other side of his helm, but much more slowly and obviously? Because, short of describing his distinctly unusual interface equipment, this is the best way to get people into berth with him.

…hm. If this is going how he thinks, they’ll need a berth. 

A deep deep, rumble was building quietly in Bruin’s chest, but goes silent when the other mech tenses. Was that uncomfortable, did he hurt him? His own claws were safely tucked away with a short transformation sequence in his servos, but his fingers were large and clumsy sometimes.

Oh- nuzzling the crest caused an immeadiate reaction, Bruin’s armor rippling in a wave from helm to pede and a loud Whuff as air shot out of his vents. By the time his sensors re-stabilize, those hands are stroking the platelets of his stomach and well-Primus now that has to be flirting. 

Bruin takes a moment trying to focus, because they’re all still faffing about in a rubble field on a potentially hostile planet, the symbionts are all projecting various amounts of amusement/protectiveness/interest through the bond, and there is a perfectly good meal that they all need laying out in the open. If Gravescratch was will to follow through, it might be best to head back to their ship. 

But first- he’s gonna raise a servo up slowly and gently to fondle those twitchy antennas, the other hand still fiddling with his chest armor seams. The other mech had touched his crest so it was only fair.

“Would you ah, mind joining us on our ship? That is- if you’d like to continue this. The others are getting a bit antsy. I swear if you want to leave all you’ll have to do is ask, and we bear you no ill will.”  

Gravescratch’s antennae twitch faster at the contact, then settle, and he leans his helm gently into Bruin’s touches. Mm. That’s nice, and Bruin stopped touching him when he tensed up, which is an excellent sign. Large and powerful as he may be, this mech seems friendly enough, and Gravescratch considers himself to be a good judge of character, so… does he want to go? 

More specifically, does he want to go back to a ship that probably doesn’t have anything on it that will eat him, but does have people who are gentle and calm and want to pet and interface with him?

Pit yes. 

Rumbling softly, he steps closer and lowers all four servos to pet seams in Bruin’s stomach and sides, leaning in to nuzzle that tempting crest again. “Absolutely. I would love for this to continue.” he purrs, then leans back a fraction, meeting Bruin’s optics. “But, and forgive my bluntness, you will not be spiking me. I am open to discussion, particularly as to whether they” a quick glance over at the cyber-wolves, “would be interested, but you spiking me is off the table because I rather like being able to walk.” he comments, one servo straying down to rub a spot on Bruin’s stomach riight above his codpiece. 

He’s a bit reluctant to back off. The contact is nice, he’s still curious, and, quite frankly, he’s rather hoping to be picked up and wrapped around Bruin’s shoulders. It would probably be comfortable, and he quite likes the idea of being picked up and carried to someone’s berth. So he stays right up close, prurring softly and petting seams, and debates whether or not he wants to mention that particular desire. 

@Gravescratch perks his helm up from his hiding spot in a large pile of rubble, all six antennae perking up in interest, and climbs out of the hole to get a better look at… whatever that is with all the limbs. Is that some sort of… no, actually, he doesn’t have /any/ idea what that it. The intimidatingly large mech near it doesn’t seem to be acting like it’s terribly dangerous, at least. Still… is he /really/ curious enough to go and see what- who is he kidding, yes, he is curious enough.

arctos-sleuth:

@gravescratch

Specter had known something was alive in the rubble, but the sheer bulk of it had hindered his readings. At least until the bot had pulled itself out.

Bruin debates for a moment on pretending to ignore it and maintaining the element of surprise, but shuffles that aside quickly. Spotter and the wolves are off on long distance recon, alert to what’s happening but unconcerned as Bruin is.

A silent command is given, and Specter, in all his shadowy glory, whips around to face the mound of rubble hiding the unknown entity. Neck coiled back, tail arched, and legs planted, his biolights flickering out. He is more than eager to hunt, even if it’s only a turbofox.

::Steady Specs, no jumping the gun::

《I know the game, quit worrying》

Definitely intrigued but still a bit cautious, Gravescratch hauls himself up onto the top of the rubble, making himself clearly visible as a sign that this isn’t an ambush. Six long antennae perk up and quiver, another clear “hello I am curious and not attacking you” gesture, and his primary optic brightens like a searchlight as he slowly begins to slink down off of the rubble heap. 

Not directly towards them, though. He doesn’t know what the response to a direct approach might be, so he slinks off to the side instead, still with his antennae perked in an effort to not make it look like he’s circling around the odd pair to get behind them. 

When he’s on level ground, he lifts himself up onto two legs, tilts his helm slightly, and very carefully approaches the two, all seven optics flicking back and forth between them. Hm. This looks like a reasonable place to be speaking from without having to shout, too, so… 

“Hello there. Pardon me for my curiosity, and my bluntness, but… may I inquire as to what you are?” he thrums, speaking in a surprisingly deep voice that apparently does not require him opening his mouth to speak clearly. 

specialopssaddleback:

It’s sexual Sunday my friends, and it’s almost six AM so it was time to whip up some smuttiness of Saddleback at long last :3c Saddleback’s a minibot, and she’s proportional to her size, but still- she has her fun. She…may have had a little bit of mod work done (it’s not uncommon) to accommodate larger-than-average partners on top of being naturally pretty flexible, and her spike is pretty obviously geared more towards being thick than long. Not very fancy, but she likes it simple.

Very plush valve, though 💖 It’s got multiple layers of folds and the external node has a soft “hood” over it (similar to a more human labia in some respects.)

Her whole codpiece just straight up comes off if she wants. It can also split and then fold back over her upper thighs, but she likes to remove it for interfacing so that partners have more access to the seams of her hips.