A slight helm-tilt, too many optics flickering independently of each other to size up her frame in just an instant, then a narrow servo reaches out and lightly caresses one pointed cheek-fin, albeit cautiously in case it earns him an attempt at a bite. They’re too tempting to resist, not when he has something like permission.

specialopssaddleback:

gravescratch:

specialopssaddleback:

@gravescratch

“…What are- oh.” She stiffens up, stocky little body tense and wheels preemptively starting to spin before they stop, and…the caress is apparently accepted. The cheekguards are nothing special, just designed to protect her faceplates during an impact, to frame her jaw to look interesting, but they’re seldom touched. It feels a little weird. Okay, that’s kind of nice. Leaning her helm into the touch.

A distinct flicker of intrigue pulses through Gravescratch’s otherwise reserved field, then long legs fold to bring him down to her level, his other primary servo raising slightly to rub clawtips carefully over one of those shoulder tires. Tires are seldom all that sensitive, but they intrigue him, so… probably another safe area. And he’s going to keep lightly caressing the spot on her cheekguard that she seems to like, just soft, gentle rubs to see if it keeps her calm and open to contact.

At the same time, secondary arms unfold from their usual spot tucked up against his frame, reaching just slightly towards her to see if she either has no objections or is a bit too distracted to notice.

She makes no move to get away or stop him, instead simple waiting, frame creaking slightly as she relaxes bit by tentative bit, wheels slowly starting to rotate on reflex as they’re touched. Nothing being touched is terrible sensitive, no, but the simple touches are simple…accepted. Nice. She thinks. It’s nice to be touched.

“…yeah, you can go on.” She mumbles, eyeing his secondary arms, sounding quite distracted and faint. “Jus’…watch the middle. M’ ticklish.”

Honestly, he is rather tempted to just gently capture her and start tickling, but he’ll probably be punched for that. Or bitten. And it would be just a little bit cruel, wouldn’t it? Grabbing minibots for nefarious purposes is not kind.

Instead of giving in to impulse, Gravescratch gently strokes Saddleback’s cheek with one servo, moving slightly to the side in order to easily reach her back. He’s going to take this opportunity and try to get a good look at this durable little minibot, while doing his very best not to loom over her. Which, considering his height, is not a simple task.

After a minute or two, still petting Saddleback’s cheekfin but from an entirely different angle thanks to now having two other servos on her back and one on her shoulder, it occurs to Gravescratch that she might also be curious. So, curious, he pushes his helm gently against her palm, both secondary servos sliding down (carefully bypassing her hips) to inspect one of those unusual pedes.

A slight helm-tilt, too many optics flickering independently of each other to size up her frame in just an instant, then a narrow servo reaches out and lightly caresses one pointed cheek-fin, albeit cautiously in case it earns him an attempt at a bite. They’re too tempting to resist, not when he has something like permission.

specialopssaddleback:

@gravescratch

“…What are- oh.” She stiffens up, stocky little body tense and wheels preemptively starting to spin before they stop, and…the caress is apparently accepted. The cheekguards are nothing special, just designed to protect her faceplates during an impact, to frame her jaw to look interesting, but they’re seldom touched. It feels a little weird. Okay, that’s kind of nice. Leaning her helm into the touch.

A distinct flicker of intrigue pulses through Gravescratch’s otherwise reserved field, then long legs fold to bring him down to her level, his other primary servo raising slightly to rub clawtips carefully over one of those shoulder tires. Tires are seldom all that sensitive, but they intrigue him, so… probably another safe area. And he’s going to keep lightly caressing the spot on her cheekguard that she seems to like, just soft, gentle rubs to see if it keeps her calm and open to contact.

At the same time, secondary arms unfold from their usual spot tucked up against his frame, reaching just slightly towards her to see if she either has no objections or is a bit too distracted to notice.

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.

specialopssaddleback:

gravescratch:

specialopssaddleback:

specialopssaddleback:

((I feel the need to make NSFW comments about other people’s muses so…like this is you want an unfiltered thought from Saddleback re: your muse. For better or for worse.))

((For @bettsplendens‘ TFOC @gravescratch))

“…Okay, l-look. I know…I know he’s got a real hell of a glossa. I mean, he uses it to clean his damn optics, like…like- mleh-” She sticks out her own short, thick glossa far as she can. ~~Which is not far at all.~~ “…I’m just saying, and this better not get back to him, but that thing? He could lick the fraggin’ inside of my overflow chamber. Right through the valve cutoff.”

I can absolutely do that.

I’ve done it in the past. Earns some lovely sounds. And a good deal of squirming.

“……..asdfgh”