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Windblade?

Are you following me?

What? No.

Who's following you into the sauna?

Not me.

It's just... What's the big deal?

Bonding with you humans.

I haven't sufficiently been explained that.

But we're not clanging. Got that?

Why don't you join me in the sauna?

Just to relax.

You've seen the statistics for yourself.

Cybertronians spending downtime with humans reduces stress factors by at

80%. Look at me in RC2.

Well, maybe.

Maybe not.

All right.

And even if we, for some idiotic reason, decided to experiment with intimacy,

or... Clang. I doubt you would prove in any way adequate.

Oops.

Oh, that's a big minicon.

A plug.

Yep, it's a whopper.

Well, actually, Ratchet injected me with some Energon to save my life, but it

had an abnormal side effect to me.

Nick, I'm perfectly capable of detailing myself.

I know.

But let a friend treat you to some TLC.

Melt away those OHM stress levels.

Give me your arm.

And relax.

You're not going into combat.

Reduce your sinew density.

There we go.

From stiff armored plate to relaxed pliant latex.

Better?

Well, admittedly, I'm not displeased with your efforts.

From what I've been told, Cybertronian tissue reacts electromagnetically to

human contact.

We feel like silk or cashmere to you guys.

So you can drop the poker face, Wendy.

This feels good, right?

Barely.

Here, spread your lower armature struts.

You're way too tense.

What you need is a nice, juicy glitch.

Windy are you on autopilot?

Yeah So

relaxed you

must really trust me to take the wheel

This is the first time you let your guard down for human interaction, isn't

Nick?

Oh.

I'll take it easy. Give you time to recalibrate.

What did you do to me?

Welcome back.

It's your skin, isn't it?

That's what's affecting me.

Oh, it's good.

Be care and considerate when handling humans.

It often feels comfortable with a human in my cockpit.

But their human flesh is so...

Have you changed your mind?

About clanging?

Uh... I... I understand now.

I get it.

I get why you and Arcee, too, are joined at the Spark.

I get why Serena and Bea are cuddly.

I get why Sarah and Sparkplug had backpack rides.

You humans.

You're the perfect fit.

Aren't you?

Well, sometimes.

And I emphasize the some in sometimes.

Look, it doesn't count as clanging if I don't glitch, right?

So, insert?

Yes! Oh, clang yes!

Oh, you're really clamping down on me, Wendy.

That's a tight port.

And you're giving me so much lubricant. Just what I need.

You feeling good, too?

Have you ever felt one of the acid storms?

Excruciating rust slugs tear through your core?

Well, this is the exact opposite.

Huh?

We need to work on your pillow talk.

Yes. Oh, yes.

Penetrate. Oh, penetrate.

just right i was surprised i wasn't on guard

sure i think we've satisfied

your curiosity and i'm very close it's fine continue you sure

you're off duty all night i've been taking up your free nick it's fine time

it's fine continue

Continue. But no, this, this won't be an everyday thing.

I shouldn't get used to this.

The feel of your... Mmm.

Luxurious flesh plug.

Those adorable human moans you make.

While popping my port compressor clutch.

So... so good.

I shouldn't... I shouldn't

get... used to this.

Easy, girl.

I'm... I'm not glitching! I'm not!

Come all you want.

Scrap! Oh, scrap!

I can't believe I used to wag my finger at Arcee for her and Nick's antics.

But look at me.

Glitching and glitching.

All over this human slug.

And craving the taste...

of

human lube.

Scrap. Oh, scrap!

Vector clanging sigma.

Oops. Sorry, Nick. We thought the shower was free.

Yeah, and assumed you were finished.

It was so long ago you went in.

I think we should knock from now on.

Agreed.

Crap.