I throw him

… I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m not carrying!

Need a partner?

I’m not carrying!

Frag…

i love engex too much to stay away

What’s that… organic thing?

Ooc: sorry for the lack of responses! I’m highkey struggling

Hey, not bad, little mech

I get that…

hey, what are you sayin’ about me?

thats dumb, they already got power. why want more?

Check it dudes

I don’t know, you humans seem to want a lot Of it

I’m not some decepticon! are You planning to take over the world?!

I’m as real as they come, chick.

mitosis

clear weather, time to fly

Who are you again?

Powerglide, flying ace!

[Powerglide glances around the darkened streets, then back up at the sky.]

Hu??

[Powerglide shrugs.]

Myabe they aren’t the bottom of the barrel

diuble the work, double the pay

What’s that matter? All that matters is doing your job, making sure what’s your stays yours.

[Powerglide shrugs, scuffing his pedes on the ground.]

metal of his struts. Powerglide grabbed a spare mesh, cleaning his spike and body up with a glug of solvent.

Powerglide went to recharge with dreams of spiking his own human.]

their valve. Powerglide wished he could make them do that, stick the thick length of his spike in their valves and watch the flesh “bulge“.

powerglide stroked his spike harder and jerkier, reaching his own overload.

With a burst of fluid, he came, transfluid spilling from his spike and onto the

Powerglide could admit, he didn’t mind the look of human femmes and mechs.

He kept stroking his spike, mentally flipping through the human internet.

He browsed the interfacing vid sites, the especially dirty ones. He watched as the human females came to their overload, liquid squirting from

[Powerglide sat down on his berth, lounging with one of the pillows behind his back.

His modesty panel disengaged, exposing his valve and spike. He stroked his spike, feeling the hydraulics stiffen it up.

He thought about the Femmes and Mechs he had seen, as well as the humans…

🔞🔞🔞 smut beware 🔞🔞🔞

[Powerglide wakes up in the woods, upside down in a tree and equally disoriented.]

waht the frag?