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[IDW] All the Queen's Treasure 06
Feb. 10th, 2020 06:11 amTitle: All the Queen’s Treasure
Continuity: IDW, Alternate Canon
Characters: Sunstreaker, Ironhide, Bob the Insecticon, Hardshell, Sharpshot, Kickback, Original Insecticon Character(s)
Pairings: Hardshell/Sunstreaker, Insecticon(s)/Sunstreaker, Hardshell/Sunstreaker/Sharpshot
Rating: M
Enticements: Consensual Body Modification, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Non-Graphic Oviposition, Off-screen Egg Laying, Knotting
Description: After Sideswipe, Sunstreaker returns to Cybertron, lost and alone, until Bob leads him on a wild chase into the wildlands, to a nest beneath the surface of the planet, and a place Sunstreaker might call home.
Part Six
The next few months were a blur of pleasure for Sunstreaker. The changes to his frame were subtle at first, and it took several weeks before he could identify any noticeable shifts to his appearance.
“Will I be able to fly?” he asked Hardshell during a moment of lucidity, himself wrapped in the Insecticon’s arms, soaking up Hardshell’s warmth and comfort.
“Queens do not fly,” Hardshell answered as he stroked Sunstreaker’s abdomen and sides, tracing his transformation seams. He seemed to delight in touching Sunstreaker, talons dipping into the lines of his frame, as if memorizing every minute change. “But you will be the most beautiful.”
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Continuity: IDW, Alternate Canon
Characters: Sunstreaker, Ironhide, Bob the Insecticon, Hardshell, Sharpshot, Kickback, Original Insecticon Character(s)
Pairings: Hardshell/Sunstreaker, Insecticon(s)/Sunstreaker, Hardshell/Sunstreaker/Sharpshot
Rating: M
Enticements: Consensual Body Modification, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Non-Graphic Oviposition, Off-screen Egg Laying, Knotting
Description: After Sideswipe, Sunstreaker returns to Cybertron, lost and alone, until Bob leads him on a wild chase into the wildlands, to a nest beneath the surface of the planet, and a place Sunstreaker might call home.
The next few months were a blur of pleasure for Sunstreaker. The changes to his frame were subtle at first, and it took several weeks before he could identify any noticeable shifts to his appearance.
“Will I be able to fly?” he asked Hardshell during a moment of lucidity, himself wrapped in the Insecticon’s arms, soaking up Hardshell’s warmth and comfort.
“Queens do not fly,” Hardshell answered as he stroked Sunstreaker’s abdomen and sides, tracing his transformation seams. He seemed to delight in touching Sunstreaker, talons dipping into the lines of his frame, as if memorizing every minute change. “But you will be the most beautiful.”
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