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[IDW] A Fine Frenzy - Overture
Jan. 24th, 2019 06:16 amTitle: A Fine Frenzy
Universe: MTMTE/LL
Characters: Ultra Magnus/Megatron, Ratchet
Rated: M
Enticements: Heat trope, Sticky Sexual Interfacing,
Description: A revelation in two parts, as an unexpected bit of experimental coding sends Megatron into a heat only a partner will satisfy, and there are so few he believes he can trust, here on the Lost Light.
Commission for Borath.
I. Overture
It started as a tingle, an unexpected sensation where there should be none, like someone was tickling his lower back with agile fingers. Megatron didn't have to look to know that no one was there. He ignored it, because what was a tingle compared to all the agony he endured on a daily basis? He assumed it would go away in time.
By the next day, the tingle had become a dull, pulsing warmth, radiating outward from his lower back, suffusing his abdomen, his hips, his groin, his belly. It wasn't a pleasant warmth. It throbbed, like that of an infection, and he found it harder to ventilate.
Megatron wanted to blame the fool's energon, the vile concoction the Autobots forced him to consume. Perhaps his frame was rejecting it. He'd already determined there were no known poisons or intoxicants in it. Maybe it was yet another uncomfortable side effect.
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Universe: MTMTE/LL
Characters: Ultra Magnus/Megatron, Ratchet
Rated: M
Enticements: Heat trope, Sticky Sexual Interfacing,
Description: A revelation in two parts, as an unexpected bit of experimental coding sends Megatron into a heat only a partner will satisfy, and there are so few he believes he can trust, here on the Lost Light.
Commission for Borath.
It started as a tingle, an unexpected sensation where there should be none, like someone was tickling his lower back with agile fingers. Megatron didn't have to look to know that no one was there. He ignored it, because what was a tingle compared to all the agony he endured on a daily basis? He assumed it would go away in time.
By the next day, the tingle had become a dull, pulsing warmth, radiating outward from his lower back, suffusing his abdomen, his hips, his groin, his belly. It wasn't a pleasant warmth. It throbbed, like that of an infection, and he found it harder to ventilate.
Megatron wanted to blame the fool's energon, the vile concoction the Autobots forced him to consume. Perhaps his frame was rejecting it. He'd already determined there were no known poisons or intoxicants in it. Maybe it was yet another uncomfortable side effect.
( Read more... )
