(crashes through ice wall) HOLY SHIT I MADE IT
Commission for baiku, this was one hell of an 8-hour robot porn marathon, I need to sleep ahhhh but I did it I am amazing sometimes but only sometimes
I hope you like it man, thank you so much for sticking with me through that livestream! First time drawing Impactor and Miner Megs.
The rest of Mr.Captain’s bits.
- Not analogous to human anatomy
- No exterior nodes; “petals” of valve/central mesh are very sensitive
- Flexible wiring extends internally; also sensitive
- Pseudo-mesh is soft and flexible to accommodate entry, but not as much as valve proper
- Internal biolights B]
slave Orion and clear interfacing panel! inspired by a fanfic jyanee read(I don’t know its title)
Hello Anon!! I’m not gunna lie, there are only allusions to vore in this prompt because I had no idea how to make the vore work >.> Sorry about that, feel free to make another request with a more specific description of the vore you would like, I’ll be happy to write it. In the meantime, have this!
(Also, fisting with a drill hand still totally counts as fisting!)
Not complying was never an option, even though his drill hand was mobile and could easily grind through his bonds, Impactor remained unflinchingly devoted to his Master, Megatron, who sat opposite on the berth, giving orders and holding all the cords. Literally.
Impactor was kneeling, thighs inching further apart, the sticky ooze of his valve vapourising quickly as it trickled over his stifling plating. The air was thick with mist and Impactor’s musk. It had partly distracted him until the burn in his valve became more severe. Impactor was beyond the help of extra flavoured lube, but Megatron still demanded,
“You can take more.”
Impactor grit his teeth, a groan escaped, riding the wave of hot air puffed through his nose. Megatron tugged on the cords, not giving Impactor a choice. There was a reason Megatron had permitted freedom of movement to Impactor’s drill hand. He intended Impactor to sit on it.
It’s done, hooray. 😀
Enjoy the plotless Tarma smut.
More to come at some point, I fear 😛
“More…more…more.” First Aid said with each up
thrust Springers spike jabbed into him. His mask was back and his face was
bright red, coolant speckling his cheeks as his heat was in full swing. He had pulled Springer right out from the hall
and slammed the supply room door behind them.He gave
Springer no time to say anything as he crushed their lips together, leading
them to walk through the closet and knock things of shelves as Springer pushed
First Aid up against a wall. Picking up the little medics legs, he placed them
on his hips and pressed his panel hard against him. It was boiling hot, and
Springer could feel lubricants trailing down his own legs as First Aids panel
was leaking more fluids than he had ever seen. He wasn’t surprised when First
Aid snapped it back instantly and begged him to frag him. His little white and
red valve swollen with need and only throbbing harder when Springer pressed
against it.
Tarn’s been difficult these days, so the good doctor has to lay on hands himself (on himself… haha… ha. :’D).
Did I mention I picture Pharma as a bot who generally rarely uses his spike because he prefers valve? One of the reasons I had to draw this!
Also, Delphi is probably really cold, hence the condensation on this hot doctor’s forged plating.
Valentine Commission for @trepanties Thank you for your commission!
Happy Valentine’s Day @sunnybutte ❤
And thanks again for the beautiful commission @cresnoir !!!!
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