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“ It might not be. And we can refer to you with-” Arcee wrinkles her nasal ridge briefly,” Mech pronouns if preferred. Even I’m not that fragging cruel. But, you are femme framed and that means you’re a sitting Mythril Wing.” Elita slithers from her perch. Strutting forwards confidently, arms crossed over her chest plate. Joining Arcee; Elita lifts her chin and narrows her optics,” Exactly. And for all that you’re a Prime... it would be a shame to see some political entity attempt to disparage your-” She sighs softly,” Mm. I suppose your reputation. It is not at all uncommon for political entities to disparage us for being seen as less-” Elita looks at Arcee who snorts and bluntly states,” Built like Pede thumping Warframes and Bigger Convoy Class Civilians.” The slightly smaller femme shrugs,” But I’m used to wrestling with my frame sister. Bigger is not better. Either way. I just hate the idea of you rolling over just cause you can’t figure out your new frame.” Elita covering her mouth at Arcee’s blunt nature. Chuckling a little before looking back to Optimus,” Not exactly how I might have phrased it. But truthful all the same. Now do you want help or would you rather figure it out on your own?”

Arcee trills from behind the Prime," Now aren't you absolutely lovely." Elita is...lurking nearby. Chromia might be as well. Watch out Prime.

Of course, the now femme froze a bit and made a startled noise, she wasn't expecting anyone quite yet, let alone from behind, so she had been a bit startled needless to speak.

"Arcee! You startled me, well I know this is...a new look for me for me but it is still...me."

Optimus muttered softly, indeed this was going to be something to deal with.

Was it normal to feel a tad bit worried?

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Arcee circles the once mech now femme. “ Oh I know you Prime. But this is a much nicer look on you.” Her optics drag over the Prime’s frame. Her lips curl, optics narrowing with a self satisfied look. Purring as she inches in closer. “ But, well. I suppose you’re not used to the mass shift hm? Really its not that hard is it? Its all about the center of gravity. You’re much more stable like this.” She laughs a little. Propping her cheek in her palm. Lip curling a bit more, flashing that sharp fang. Elita flips a knife in her fingers as she calls huskily,” We could spar you. Help you get used to that shift. Loath as I am to help a Prime... I’m hardly one to leave a femme gamboling about like a new spark to get into trouble.”

Arcee trills from behind the Prime," Now aren't you absolutely lovely." Elita is...lurking nearby. Chromia might be as well. Watch out Prime.

Of course, the now femme froze a bit and made a startled noise, she wasn't expecting anyone quite yet, let alone from behind, so she had been a bit startled needless to speak.

"Arcee! You startled me, well I know this is...a new look for me for me but it is still...me."

Optimus muttered softly, indeed this was going to be something to deal with.

Was it normal to feel a tad bit worried?

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Three femmes were just activated.

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@red-in-revolt said "I feel as if I should be insulted, but as you did make the caveate and I am mech enough to see how correct you are, I shall hardly argue your point." -Batgotti

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Chromia cants her head.

Arcee winks at the other.

Elita twists a knife between her fingers slowly," And you've the common sense to see the caveate. Ergo, you're placed head and shoulders above."

A slow nodd shared between the three.

" You and your brothers."

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But most mechs are manlets to us~

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:: Well a manlet is a tiny little man in a big man suit playing at being a very big man~ :: Arcee is not above fucking with Magnus. :: A cute little man. A cute pouty little man even... are you a manlet~? ::

:: Please, for the love of Primus, can anyone on the commlines tell me whatever a manlet is..? ::

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She lifts a ridge before she lifts a servo to give a little wave back. Stepping down with a glance back. The other two encourage her on. She rumbles softly before she descends towards him a little faster. The mistress at arms only slowing at three arms length from the other,” ... Hello again Ironhide. Its been a while.”

There’s a familiar set of face plates. The ladies all regard the latest mech. Chromia clicks her glossa and crosses her arms. Elita and Arcee regard him from the shadows. @battlexworned

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There’s a familiar set of face plates. The ladies all regard the latest mech. Chromia clicks her glossa and crosses her arms. Elita and Arcee regard him from the shadows. @battlexworned

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It's the baby.

Quick sketch trying to merge Rung's design with the more stereotypical depictions of Primus the Warrior, threw in some Autobot badge-ishness for extra points :>

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Chromia gives a shocked noise at the grip that circles her aft. Pulling her closer to him before his cable presses deeper up into her. His words a rasp of lust that trickles up her back strut. Her valve clenching around him with each thrust. Lips curving with a faux pout as she huffs between little moans,” You’ve gotten the Mistress in your lap... But-” She cups his cheek, dragging her thumb under one regal carmine optic. “ I want to feel you fill me.” Her words unabashed as she arches to test his hold on her,” I want to take all of you, every inch. I want to ache with it for the rest of the solar week... I want to feel it and think of you.” Her bright blue optics glitter with want as her other servo slides over his chest. Feeling for any seam that might bring him pleasure. Smirking at him wickedly, calipers in her valve cycling around the length of him the next time he pushes up into her. Mouthing another kiss over the cheek opposite the one she’s touching. Nibbling at his lips again as she pants softly, charge crackling through her frame with desire. Sleek armor flaring out slightly, vent slats cracking as her fans sclick on with a needy hum.

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Chromia laughs, a deep husky chuckle, as she sways forwards," Oh? Well at least you know you might not win... I'd still like to throw down with you in the arena."

Blue optics bright with challenge.

Arcee lounges near Elita. Both pink femmes watching their blue third measuring up the mech.

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“ Ohhhhh just looking~” Arcee wiggles palr subtle claws at him. Drifting sway with another titter and a coy smile.

Chromia shrugs,“ We got curious. I’m fond of Lil Cee. I wanted to see what’s up with her sparring partner. I could always use a new partner myself.” Leans on her Halberd staff comfortably.

Elita just toys with a long dagger,“ I’m avoiding idiots. You are more interesting than politics in this moment.”

“Ah, nope, hang on.” Blackout holds up his hands.

“Not her sparring partner. Not interested in getting my ass whupped by a little lady. Would damage my reputation, you know.”

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" Ohhhhh just looking~" Arcee wiggles palr subtle claws at him. Drifting sway with another titter and a coy smile.

Chromia shrugs," We got curious. I'm fond of Lil Cee. I wanted to see what's up with her sparring partner. I could always use a new partner myself." Leans on her Halberd staff comfortably.

Elita just toys with a long dagger," I'm avoiding idiots. You are more interesting than politics in this moment."

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Elita is more subtly picking him apart.

Chromia props her servos on her hips, lifting her chin,“ Greetings.”

Arcee os drifting closer, circling him with a wicked grin,“ Oh you’re even bigger up close.”

The tyton isn’t sure he likes the circling, and shifts his weight subtly. There’s plenty to pick apart – heavy plating, and a lot of scars.

“I’m a big guy, yeah,” Blackout rumbles. “Can I help you three?”

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I'm going to say some of these ladies like being manhandled a little?

Elita scoffs," Don't even try it with me. Hard Pass."

Chromia hums," Yes. But circumstances and the partner. I usually do the handling~"

Arcee winks," Yes. It always helps my partners to feel more secure if they think they've got me at their mercy."

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Elita is more subtly picking him apart.

Chromia props her servos on her hips, lifting her chin," Greetings."

Arcee os drifting closer, circling him with a wicked grin," Oh you're even bigger up close."

All three femmes titter quietly to each other at the new comer.

Well hello big mech~

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All three femmes titter quietly to each other at the new comer.

Well hello big mech~