#Ramatron

[korpuskat]

Chosen Avatar - Part 1

[Ao3 Mirror] Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (GN, has a vagina) Rating: E WC: 2.1k Contents: PWP & Megatron Ramattra. Transformers-typical size difference. ===

There were a few things that had been at the top of your mind when you first saw him after this… transformation. It should’ve been his size. Instead, it was the glowing purple of his faceplate, the darkened slits that hid his optics now illuminated, radiating a brilliant royal shade- and for the first time, you could see his gaze settle on you. It had stolen your breath then, but now it’s even worse.

His optics rake over your nude form and it makes you embarrassed. A kind of shyness you haven’t felt with him in so long-- but like this? Everything is new.

He’s hardly done anything, hardly can do anything. With the aleatory effects of this gift, he’s much too big for his previous methods. No, you’ve had to get… creative. His thumb- massive and gray and strange and new- sweeps over your body, petting at your chest, then down over your ribs, brushing roughly between your legs. It’s crude, no precision at all, and yet still as painfully effective as his touch has always been on you.

He stops there over the heat of your sex, lets you whimper and rut against his cool metal.

“I thought you were small before,” He coos, his deepened, reverberating voice only makes you shiver harder in the palm of his hand. “Look at you now, aching for just the tip of one finger…” This, too, is alien now- a harsher tone that distorts his speech, like it’s been fed through an old speaker somewhere further down in his throat than it has been before.

“Rama…” You whine, grabbing at the edges of his rubber inlays. “Please…”

Ramattra hums, and even this noise has been altered by his new power, but does nothing to sate the heat in your belly.

“Here.” He says, and picks you up with his other hand. You make some sound in protest as being handled so casually, but honestly, the fact he lifts you even easier than before, that he just grabbed you like a doll— you whimper softly as he adjusts you, pushes you to lay back against the base of his thumb. This would be strange enough, except his fingers curl possessively towards you. The tip of his pinky sliding up along your thigh. It’s a good pressure, even if the angle is unusual.

Why he’s moved you becomes obvious only a minute later. His palm lowers, brings you level with his hips- and you watch, entranced as his other hand pulls off his pelvic plate.

What lies beneath is nothing like it was before. It had once been made specifically for you, for your tiny, fragile, human body- all purple translucent silicone and delightful waves, little nodules of firmness with his inlaid lights, now his cock stands as a monstrous obelisk, longer than you are tall. It’s dull silver, the same as his body though you aren’t sure if it is also now entirely metal, but it stands out with the base painted in that new red accent. The head is longer, less rounded and more pointed like an arrow, complete with a half-dozen more, smaller ridges beneath the head, almost making it look like a double sided key through the middle of the shaft. Below that, seams that match the ones on his faceplate run down the rest of the length- each glowing softly with purple light. And none of that is even what holds your attention.

“That’s certainly new.” Ramattra muses, gaze settling on the exact same feature this gift has given him. With his other hand, he touches the tip of his cock- and his fingertip comes away slick. A tiny slit in the head leaks a silvery purple fluid that slides lazily over the oblong head. Lubricant, some still functioning objective part of your mind supplies, but given the dubious origin of Ramattra’s benefactor, you can’t help but wonder if it is actually precum. Gods, you hope so. Heat builds in your belly, leaves unable to stop yourself from rutting against his finger as you watch him gently prod at his appendage. He smears the fluid across the tip, making it shiny and faintly purple- and heat rushes from his vents.

Cautiously, he curls two fingers around himself, uses the lubricant to ease his stroke. Above you, Ramattra moans- a shuddering soft little noise that you’d almost miss if you weren’t listening. And that alone is enough to make you grind harder against his fingertip.

You hear it as he turns, pistons shifting just so his gaze moves back to you. He watches, purple optics burning as you work yourself against his smooth new exterior- and when you tip your head back to look up at him, his chest rumbles in wordless praise. His grasp on himself adjusts, the slick noises of his fist gliding through lubricant even louder- and his finger presses harder into your skin. You gasp, brace yourself against the base of his thumb, nails digging into the little seams between plates as he rocks the finger against you.

You watch as the giant metal appendage rubs on you, nuzzling blindly between your legs. As thick as your forearm, the weight of it alone is thrilling. You adjust your position so he’s pressed right against your clit with every thrust, the underside of the finger slowly beginning to glisten with your own wetness.

“Yes,” He purrs, and you think it’s just how good his hand feels- lubricated and slick against himself. But as you look to him again. the light of his optics has darkened into a wine-like shade, locked perfectly onto your body writhing in his palm. Your grinding against him, your enjoyment of his body- that is the source of his pleasure. Heat surges through you, and if that wasn’t enough- “Keep going.” He urges you, his voice still new and staticky and rumbling and you can’t possibly deny him.

You dig your nails harder into his palm and meet each thrust- your noises a strained, staccato tempo in time with his movements, slowly building the pressure between your legs. It’s so imprecise, a blunt assault on your body that’s hotter more for the effort, for the slapdash connection you’ve forged than because of the sensation itself.

Until his digit slips too far up.

You choke; the plate of the last segment of his finger ends leaving you with a sudden little gap between his plates and with it, a complete lapse in pressure. This alone is jarring, but it’s the downstroke- the sudden return of the weight of him that makes your legs twitch around him.

And Ramattra- his head looming above you, so far away- does not miss this. In an instant, his motion changes, perfectly choreographed to rub the edge of the plate against your clit every single time. Like this, it’s not grinding, not the slow waves of incessant pressure, but an active stroke, flicking your clit like a switch-- one that keeps pace with the hand on his cock. And the pleasure shifts immediately, no longer a slow smoldering build, but a quick start tinderbox.

“Ramattra,” You gasp, clutching at him, hands scrabbling across cold metal as he ruts his finger against you- and in his lap his hand speeds up. Each stroke marked with a wet shlick of his own precum, the hum of his fans, the hiss of steam- and when you throw your head back all you see is purple. That gaze, knowing that he’s watching- it’s too much.

Your hips jump, desperately meeting each press of his fingertip, gasping, crying out his name as it pushes you over the edge. Your thighs tremble on each side of his finger, trying to clamp down on it and failing. When your body fails to keep its pace, his does not- keeping rubbing that edge of his plate over your clit again and again and again- dragging your high on and on in a merciless display for himself.

And Ramattra groans. Deep and loud, it vibrates through his entire frame, into every inch of your skin that touches his palm. You tear your eyes open, stare back up into his optics- blazing, burning orbs of light as his voice glitches, fights through static with every noise-

“A-ah.” His voicebox stutters, breaks as he fights to moan your name- and his body lurches forward. The purple light dims, flickers like a candle-- and you can’t even breathe as he cums. His hand works himself with a speed that must hurt, but from his chest he makes a noise you’d never known was him- like a radio going out of tune, pitched a half-step up- raw, unfiltered, erroneous data and he spills over himself.

His finger on your pussy finally stops, but there's no sleek offlining into a system reset- it's rough. All the air in his ventilation that was being pushed out suddenly reverses flow, his chest broadening in a desperate inhale. Silvery, lavender fluid coats his hand as his pace falters, slowing as he heaves, gasps through his orgasm in a way you’ve never seen him do before.

He keeps going- keeps stroking himself until his fingers tremble and another deep groan slips from his vocoder. He stops, lowering his hand to his hip and, gods you have no idea what this power has done to him because his cock twitches, a last few stray droplets of cum sliding down over his ridges, pouring down the seams in gorgeous, perfect streaks.

You shouldn’t, but your mind is still too lust hazed, still half grinding against his finger just from the sight of Ramattra’s cum. You reach out towards his soaked hand in a silent plea, grasping at the air. Whatever has changed in him means he must finally get his own afterglow, because Ramattra obliges, bringing his dripping palm to you. And oh, you shouldn’t, but there’s no logic in the world that could stop you from stumbling to the edge of his hand just to lean to the other and lick.

Your mouth tingles- and your first thought is fruit, that it’s sweet like juice. The second, however, is that it’s like licking a battery, but turned up to eleven-- like licking a car battery. It’s sour in a way you know isn’t physically possible, electricity manually activating your nerves in a way they aren’t meant to be. Tart and sparkling and it’s like grapes just before they’re about to ferment and damn Megatron because it’s not even bad.

You go in for another taste and Ramattra groans, apparently starting to come to his senses as he separates his hands, leaving you to collapse back against his fingers. Which is fine, as you immediately enjoy how the heat of your skin dissipates into his cool digits. Above you, you can see the plumes of steam still slipping from Ramattra’s vents, his optics dulled into an easy amethyst.

“That was… different.” He offers after a minute, his voice box slowly coming back to its regular working order, but still not pristine. “I’m not sure I appreciate this being messier.” He shifts his cum-coated hand, the fluid there slipping, shimmering in the light.

“Never seemed to bother you before.” You grin up at him, lazily lounging against one of his cleaner fingers and conjure images of how much of a mess you’ve left him with before- on cock and fingers and faceplate.

“I did not mind when it was your fluids.” Ramattra grumbles.

“Well,” You can’t help yourself, the endorphins making you too loose, too giddy to not prod at him. “Maybe you should have asked the alien warlord what he was going to do to your dick before accepting interdimensional power.”

A noise rumbles from Ramattra’s chest, something between a scoff and a laugh. “Yes, I’ll make sure to take notes for next time.” He rests there for a minute, content enough to relax and approach re-regulation and watch you do the same. Eventually, however. “I should clean up.”

You nod, stretch in his palm and prepare to climb down onto the floor-

His palm rises. You sink to your knees with the force of it, clutching at the seams below you as you turn, trying to figure out what he’s doing- and he brings you up to his shoulder. To his scarf. You blink a few times, but smile as you force your wobbling legs to work long enough to transfer yourself onto his frame.

The fabric is unwieldy to climb on, folded together in fat bunches that give way as you try to navigate them, reliant on the hard seams of Ramattra’s new body just to find a good perch. But the payoff is worth it. From here, his vent heat is everywhere. The steam has warmed the scarf thoroughly, leaving it toasty and soothing on your nude body. You don’t even have time to make a comment on how cozy he is before you’re slipping into an easy sleep.

[satans-codpiece]

Thinking abt Gentle’s hand examination but on Ramatron scale. You’d been so familiar with his hands before, and now that he’s quite literally carrying you everywhere it only feels right to rediscover his hands.

Crawling on his palm, putting both hands on a rubber pad and leaning onto it. Feeling the edges of his plates with the entire side of your palm, not just one fingernail.

Wanting to flip his hand over, but it’s so big, so heavy that you can’t do it yourself. Having to ask him to do it, which makes him purr, but annoyingly it also makes him wait just so he may soak in your interest. Oh, he could’ve stopped your explorations before, but now you’re dependent on his good will.

But a sad look, a little please? and he’ll acquiesce, let you poke around under silver and black and red plates that are as new to him as they are to you.

They’re so different— do you think it’s less traumatic for him? These hands haven’t killed involuntarily. Anubis has never touched this form, not a trace of its designs on him…

[neurunique]

ramattra wip

@satans-codpiece thinking of u doing this one (SORRY ITS NOT RAMATRON)

[pierreqies]

Robozarro Is Now Available For Xbox One

2D physics mayhem! Robozarro is a physics-based 2D motion sport the place robots B0-Three and Zero-Ramatron embark on an epic quest by the outskirts, underbelly and rooftops of Mech Angeles to uncover the thriller surrounding the disappearance of Dr. Zarro.

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Robozarro Is Now Available For Xbox One

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Robozarro Console Release Trailer PS4 Xbox One Nintendo Switch

Robozarro is a physics-based 2D action game where robots B0-3 and 0-Ramatron embark on an epic quest through the outskirts, underbelly and rooftops of Mech Angeles to uncover the mystery surrounding the disappearance of Dr. Zarro. Available digitally next week for Nintendo Switch, Xbox One and PS4

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  EastAsiaSoft is excited to announce that Robozarro is launching next week on Nintendo Switch, Xbox One, and PlayStation 4. The game will be releasing globally on July 8th, 2020, with a price tag of US $6.99 / €6.99 / ¥700. Robozarro is an action adventure platformer. It has subtitles in English, French, German, Japanese, and Spanish. Here is the Robozarro trailer:

  Players will control a pair of robots (B0-3 and 0-Ramatron) who must set out on a great quest to investigate the disappearance of Dr. Zarro. They must make their way through a hazardous metropolis known as Mech Angeles. Players will use 2D physics and “Grab N Blast” mechanics to manipulate their surroundings. Ordinary objects can be used against your foes to ruin their day.

As the robots recover various gadgets, they’ll be able to use new abilities to access previously unreachable areas. As they venture through the outskirts, down into the underbelly, and over the rooftops of the metropolis, they’ll find junk to collect. That junk can be traded in for much more useful upgrades. Exploration and resourcefulness are key aspects to the gameplay of Robozarro. You can find out more at the game’s official website. Finally, here are a few screenshots of the game in action:

EastAsiaSoft is Launching Robozarro Next Week EastAsiaSoft is excited to announce that Robozarro is launching next week on Nintendo Switch, Xbox One, and PlayStation 4.

[korpuskat]

Megatron Ramattra doing Megatron Ramattra things while his tini s/o is casually vibing in his scarf is imagery I did not know I needed in my life-

Did I send you my WIP?? because this is LITERALLY how I started part 2:

His shoulder becomes your second home. Only a week before, Ramattra would accompany you to bed-- at least until you fell asleep. Then, he’d slip away to do his work, to monitor his omnium, his battles. Even in this new form, you wanted him near, wanted to be able to touch him as you drifted off. 

But more surprising was Ramattra’s insistence on it. Not just when you slept, either. You were always to be with him- on his shoulder was easiest, gave him use of both hands and with his cowl, you were usually comfortable. It did mean you got to see him work. Where before- when you were almost as big as him, your hovering felt intrusive or bothersome, now you have a front row seat to watch his hands-- you do so miss the purple enamel-- sketch out a new design. 

And in turn, you gave Ramattra something as well. You would feel the tension rising in him first, a frustration that makes his movements rougher, stickier, his body just beginning to warm. Until he’d sigh- or rather modulate one, letting the hot air slip from his vents- and he would reach for you. 

[korpuskat]

So with Megatron Ramattra that has the potential of g/t if Ramattra has a human partner. Like he’d be able to carry you in 1 hand and you could totally just lay in his scarf while he builds more troops. And him just calling us his “little human” “pet” or if he’s annoyed “pest”

FJDKJFG AAAAH YUES I LOVE IT???? Big huge Ramattra offering you his hand so he can pick you up and carry you with him, having to absolutely trust that he won't drop you.... and yet small enough you could go with him everywhere, perched on his shoulder or carried in his hand....

[korpuskat]

I love the horny but I cant stop thinking about ramattra slowly becoming more miserable that affection will never be the same with you... he cant put his head on your tummy anymore, or hug you, or BE hugged, kisses from you feel like absolutely nothing. he will get so crabby

I think about this a lot for G/t scenarios. Like, could Ramattra really be as happy with this situation? He won't pretend he wouldn't have taken the power had he known-- he needs every advantage he can get in this war-- but he certainly didn't expect the cost to be this.

Yes, he can hold you and you can sit on his shoulder all day long, but there's no weight to you. You can't stroke across his faceplates, can't lay your head to his array while he stares into your eyes. Your weight on his chest before had felt real, like a blanket he had been waiting his whole life for- and now your entire body fits on his chest and it barely even registers to him.

His answer is to keep you close, even closer, to be touching you with bare plates as often as he can. Holding you in one hand, petting over your hair, your back, anything, everything to feel that you are still here, still real...

[satans-codpiece]

i was thinking that megatron rama’s existence is now a torture in a way that how much he misses your pussy,, yes it’s still here, but he can’t actually feel it anymore because you physically cannot take him. it must be so hard for him being horny because he can’t just pick you up and fuck you into the mattress like he used to before,,, so he’s like :( sad jerking off sounds

gOD I was thinking about it, that even if he ends up making a smaller dick (which pls consider how funny it would look), there's absolutely no way he could just go to town on you........

On the other hand, you could sit on his shoulder while you jerk off, right next to his audial so he can hear how wet you are for him.

[satans-codpiece]

KAT KAT I DESPERATELY NEED to know what are your thoughts on early ramatron design :3

i saw it & immediately started working on making a transparent version so i could make an aesthetic. LMFAO.

Yeah so like I agree w like every other comment that THIS LOOKS LIKE MEGATRON?? Like this is what I expected the skin to look like?? Its insane how much a little extra bulk & the shape of his face & emphasis on red over purple there completely changes that read. Visually, I love everything about it.

I am, for horny purposes, kind of glad we got the final version? In the sense that I dont want to be horny for Megatron and the final version still looks like Ramattra.

[korpuskat]

Ramatron trying to explain what happened to him to reader and how it may change things for a bit while all the reader can think of is “hmmm smash new big robot boyfriend~” Ramatron loves his little freak of a partner lol

LMAO REAL.

Ramatron being like. anxious to explain that he’s accepted interdimensional alien power that’s fundamentally changed his body— and then he realizes how small you are and imagines you standing next to his cock- and he’s struggling so hard to not make this weird

and Reader’s just like. Ok. First of all, obligatory what the fuck is wrong with you that could’ve killed you, second, this is so hot and I need to figure out how we can fuck right now.

Ramattra’s immediately like ok good we’re on the same page.

[korpuskat]

Ok but since Ramattra’s favorite animal is ants what if Megatron Ramattra called his human his little bug/ant?

FDFKHSGJ oh my god..... but consider also how Ramattra calls enemies insects when in Nemesis. He could be so degrading with it, like clearly it's a term of endearment-- you're the only human he'd tolerate-- but also keeping you always aware of how big and powerful he is now :3c

[korpuskat]

Ramattra strikes that deal with Megatron and isn't aware of the changes that entails. Suddenly, he is SO MUCH taller. He can fit you in the palm of his hand.

You see him for the first time after. At first, you are confused and a tiny bit alarmed about the "warlord from a different dimension" part. But once you are assured it is really him, just different, you are climbing all over him, exploring this new body of his.

While you are all excited, Ramattra is terrified of accidentally hurting you. You are so tiny, he could end you with a flick of his finger.

But you trust him, and you tell him so. That you have never felt safer than when you are with him. And Ramattra just trembles and carefully lifts you to his face plate, gently nuzzling your tiny frame, and you hug him back as best as you can, soothing his worries with calm whispers.

He swears to himself then and there that he will do anything to keep you safe.

gjkfdghd FLUFFY MEGATRON RAM IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED.... It looks like his array will be covered in this skin... Do you think he feels bad about it? That when he presses his forehead to yours, it doesn't feel as intimate? Can he tell that for you, it's less warm lights and humming of his processors and more cold, firm steel armor?

Still, despite the change in his appearance, you can tell it's still him. He still adores you with every tick of his circuitry, even if he'll have to find new ways to show you...

[korpuskat]

im so sorry but does that mean that megatron ramattra can fuck you with his one finger because it’s big enough to replace a cock,,,.or can let you lay in his palm and rub your pussy with his huge warm thumb,,, fuck mekeolsnbwjkm

statuetochka asked: AND AND in order to please him you would need to use your both hands to stroke his dick IM SKELSM

i. am going tof ucking explode. im. just imagine laying on his palm and his face looming over you so close, watching intently as he rubs you. So tiny now he can barely fit one finger in- and even that is such a stretch he can barely move it. And his voice, too, so deep now- praising how well you're taking it, that you're being so good to him, letting him have you even like this....