#proportional valves

[pddparthi]

Unlocking Precision and Power: A Guide to Hydraulic Servo Actuators

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[thmhuade]

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[mychlapci]

Constructicprowl but Prowl doesn’t understand how the gestalt bond works at first and so fails to hide how utterly aroused he gets when the others mech-handle, overpower, or generally dominate him. He’s sooo embarrassed by how everyone can tell just how good he feels, the heat increasing, no matter how much he scowls and shouts. In public, Prowl’s the boss. He decides what they’re doing, when, where, and sometimes even how. The mech’s a strategist and moving people around to fill needs and suit talents is his literal job. Once they’re behind closed doors, however…

The Constructicons like working the brattiness out of their boss the good old fashioned way: enough overloads to melt that sharp mind into a puddle. And Prowl is both deliciously powerless to stop them and embarrassingly eager to let it happen. He *loves* to be moved around like his input doesn’t matter, passed from mech to mech like a needy doll. Constantly full of spike, clinging to whoever’s carrying him around as they wear him like an accessory. They love fucking his wet, eager valve. And especially the noises it drags out of Prowl, squeaks and groans of pleasure as he’s jolted by another thrust.

One of their favorite games in spearing him on Long Haul’s spike and spreading his legs. Petting at his spike housing until it irises open for them to play with. They like teasing it with their fingers, cooing over how cute and small it is while Prowl tries to argue that it’s proportional or kick them away. Faceplates burning as he swears and snaps, each wriggle and kick only serving to remind him just how helpless and full of spike he is. They all know he doesn’t *really* mean it, not when Prowl’s clearly drowning in arousal on his end of the bond. Still, someone usually fucks his throat so he can’t get himself into even more trouble.

And all Prowl can do is take it, moaning and overloading as they take turns stroking and flicking his spike with their fingers. A cute little spike for their cute little boss. Just a toy to play with, utterly useless for fucking when his gestalt is so much bigger than him. Bonecrusher might let him try, just so they can laugh at Prowl’s attempt. It’s fine though, when he’s been reduced to angry tears and rutting they’ll pet and fuss over him when Bonecrusher bends him in half to show him how a “real” spike feels. And Prowl will be begging for more in no time, spike drooling petulantly against his belly.

At this point it’s not a matter of if Prowl gets pregnant but when. He still hasn’t figured out how to keep the gestalt bond closed.

hrghh the constructicons see right through him… He wants it. He can whine and kick and squirm but it’s undeniable that Prowl is hopelessly aroused by being lifted up and seated on the nearest spike, used like a toy… They know he likes it like that, with the fight involved, so he can play an innocent mech who was dragged into their berth by force, and it’s not his fault they’re groping him and fucking him until he’s a moaning puddle of squirt and transfluid. aaaaa I'm obsessed with them bullying his spike, laughing and jeering when he tries to fuck one of them… Prowl is almost as angry as he is aroused at that, but once again, they see right through him.

Yesss of course he would end up knocked up, the constructicons aren’t really keen on using any pesky protection, Prowl is their beloved spike-sleeve and boss, they can cum inside of him all they want <3 When his belly starts swelling, they just keep cooing at it, telling him how cute the little bump looks. Prowl can only blush, not even saying anything because he knows that they know how much it turned him on.

[whirligig-girl]

The S282 from the train sim game Derail Valley, interpreted as a prop built in the first two or three seasons of Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends.

I tried to imagine how a prop builder would actually put something like this together on a children's TV series budget. Like the other original props, this one uses kitbashed parts from Marklin model trains as well as plastic card bodies and sculpted faces. The chassis is taken from a Marklin BR55 0-8-0 and the pilot and trailing wheels, and cylinders, modified from a Marklin BR78.

There are some design changes to make it just look more Thomas, like the thomas style headlamp, the flat prominent buffer beam, and the blocky red-sided footplate. The geometry has been simplified as it needed to be made out of folded, bent, and cut plastic card.

More details and alternate versions under the cut:

The actual locomotive as it appears in Derail Valley: Simulator. Note the much larger cylinders. They could have built more proportional cylinders--they did so when they built Murdoch in season 7, but I wanted it to fit in better with Henry and Gordon.

The valve gear shown is accurate to the BR55, not to the BR78 Gordon and Henry use nor the game model (which has much thicker rods)

Other details, like the air pump (not needed on sodor, which seems to use vacuum brakes), bell, and dynamo (again, not used on sodor) have been removed. The ladder detail on the running board has been simplified. A cowcatcher is not needed, but i kept it as more or less the only obviously foreign feature of the engine. The electric headlamp on the top of the S282's smokebox has been replaced with a white

The S282's tender is a four wheel tender on a pair of freight car trucks. The thomas version is a six wheel tender based on Gordon and Henry's.

The livery was changed to make it feel more Sodor. The sides of the running board were painted red, and red lining was added to the boiler bands, cab, and tender. And 282 was given as a number on the tender, in red-lined yellow text. The wheels retain the red paint of the model that contributed their wheels, but dulled a bit by weathering. The game model has black wheels with white walls and red counterweights, but that didn't look right with the small counterweights on most of the wheels and the one single large counterweight on the number three axle.

With so many red accents, the loco bears more than a passing resemblance to Hiro from the cgi series, though this is only a coincidence.

Here's a variant with a game-accurate livery. No striping, and the wheel spokes are black with white walls and red counterweights.

Here are squeaky clean versions of both liveries.

and here are NWR green, blue, and red variants. I actually made a texture pack for the previous major version of Derail Valley, before they updated the model and the UV maps changed. (obviously my texture pack did not go so far as to add faces)

Final variant, the ES&DT version. [sniff sniff] can you hear a guitar riff slowly building tempo?

[phantombre]

Hey...

It's been a bit...

But I got something for you guys:

Hunted!

Hearing him speak made me imagine a Tarzan or Mowgli from The Jungle Book type character, so I saw this wildman. Though, somewhere down the line, I thought, "Hmmm... ...cat...". Heh.

Ironically, the reference I used for him crawling on all fours was the Hunter from Left 4 Dead. I wanted to keep natural human proportions but not make it look awkward. I have mixed feelings about Valve as a company nowadays (extremely mixed, in fact), but they do produce quality stuff once in a blue moon.

Oh, yeah, I ended up calling him "Frisky", mostly because of his flighty nature.

...but also cat....

Some other guys:

Narrator

Hero

Cheated "Jack"

[cha5otic]

(Art by Llortor on DA)

"Huh, so Metru Nui is inside the GSR, but wait, does it align itself freely in proportion to it or is it fixed, cause-"

LIFE IN METRU NUI

THE GREAT CATACLYSM

Edit: Yes I know there's artificial gravity inside the GSR, but it seems like being a gyroscope was either a fandom-agreed detail or wasn't mentioned explicitly by Greg (like if it were gyroscopes wouldn't it mean when the GSR rose up, Karda Nui+Northern+Southern continent wouldn't have any easy access to it since the liquid valves would cut them off to prevent liquid rushing from Metru Nui into them)

[wazzappp]

ADA TIME

Given her very fun grapple mechanic and nature of weaving webs of plans to best benefit her, I thought a spider would be the obvious creepy crawly to base her off of!

The most obvious mutation is her secondary set of arms. These are extensions of the plagas limbs, similar to Ashley’s wings. UNLIKE Ashley’s wings though, these arms have bones (a loss for the crabs unfortunately). This is because they are VERY STRONG and capable of holding Ada (as well as others) body weight and this muscle needs a rigid structure to pull on. The keratin layers of her armor will help defend her from attacks but they aren’t a strong enough structure to constitute a real exoskeleton. They have 3 fingers and 1 thumb, and are less dextrous than Ada’s primary hands.

The claws and grooves in her fingers on both her primary and secondary hands are to help her keep hold of and manage her web. Her silk comes from spinnerets located on her mid back on either side of her spine. They house her silk glands, spinnerets, and muscular valve which allows her to control when web comes out. Spider silk at this thickness would be stronger than steel, and around 1/5th the weight! It clumps at the end to allow for easier throwing to other areas so she essentially has a natural grappling hook. She could also use it as a weapon, like a whip.

MOAR MANDIBLES. MOAR EYES. RAAAAAGHHHHHH.

Ada's primary eyes are the only ones with eyelids. Her secondary eyes located on her cheekbones and brow-bone always remain open. They greatly increase her awareness of her surroundings by widening her peripheral vision. Cant get snuck up on if you can see real far around you.

Her mandibles tuck into her mouth, just behind her teeth. They fit through a hole made in her teeth that was made by removing her top canine. To keep the appearance of a normal smile, she has a false tooth on the front of her first mandibular joint that fits where the original would be. These mandibles have venomous fangs at the ends that allow her to bite as self defense. There are flexible sections that allow for the mandibles to easily extend and retract in and out of her mouth comfortably (well. relatively comfortably).

Her general proportions are slightly elongated. Being stretched slightly at the joints. This applies to her primary arms and legs, which also have an armor plating to allow for more impactful kicks.

NOW. BEHAVIORAL CHANGES. Ada will feel most comfortable when resting on a web that she has woven. The high concentration of nerves on her fingertips allow her to sense any vibrations that may travel through her web, so she is always aware of any threat at any time. This also encourages her to become a more tactile person. Understanding the texture, shape, and temperature of something through touch will become very important to her understanding of the world.

[pddparthi]

Unveiling Precision: A Guide to Electrohydraulic Servo Valve Technology

Introduction: In the realm of industrial automation and high-performance machinery, electrohydraulic servo valves (EHSVs) reign supreme. These marvels of engineering bridge the gap between electrical control signals and the potent world of hydraulics. By translating subtle electrical commands into precise hydraulic fluid motion, EHSVs empower motion control systems with unmatched accuracy and…

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Request: IDW, Brainstorm/Getaway, simultaneous penetration (idk if there's an accurate descriptor, imagine them fucking/being fucked each other at same time). I really enjoy the idea of Storm (a self-proported egomaniac) and Getaway (often puts a facade of sucking up as a means)

Additional content: Rough sex, (kinda) quid pro quo

Brainstorm sighs as he finally opens the door to meet Getaway who’d been pestering him from behind the thick (but clearly not thick enough if Getaway’s voice could still make it through) metal, glaring at the sly mech. Getaway doesn’t wait a moment before pushing in past Brainstorm while rambling off but Brainstorm had stopped listening a while ago.

Grabbing Getaway by the shoulder, Brainstorm turns him around, “I told you to lay off already! I have too many projects as it is, I don’t need to take on whatever inane idea you have.”

Undeterred, Getaway presses into his space, “Aw, c’mon… It’s just a little pistol. You love making those!”

Brainstorm scoffs and pushes him back before going to his workbench, determined to ignore Getaway but now that menace is actually in his lab, and knowing that is like an itch on the back of Brainstorm’s helm… There’s a long beat of silence before Brainstorm feels a light tickle on one of his mounted guns and he whips around to grab Getaway’s wrist only to be crowded against his workbench.

“What’s all of this for anyway?” Getaway’s tone dips into something smooth, confident even, “You’ve been on strangely good behavior lately… why is that? It’s not because of Perceptor, is it?”

Brainstorm stiffens and tries to push Getaway back only for the speedster to grab his hips, thumbs gliding over his plating.

“There’s no use in trying to impress the guy, Stormy, he’s just his own kind of mad genius stuck in his own little world,” Getaway insists as he tucks his pointer digits into the seams of Brainstorm’s panty plates, teasing the delicate wiring there, “You should focus on someone who already appreciates your talents…”

It’s pointless to resist the sensation, Brainstorm shivers at the charge crackling from Getaway’s hands, all the way up his spinal strut.

“You make it sound like your idea is actually worth my time,” Brainstorm scoffs but his cocky attitude is severely diminished by the soft hum of his fans.

“But Stormy…” Getaway’s hand travels around Brainstorm’s hip and trails down lightly to cup his codpiece, earning a soft grunt, “You know I’m good for it.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Brainstorm grits out as Getaway starts rubbing over his panel, sending little sparks of charge through it. He stumbles back a bit, propping himself up on his workbench while Getaway rubs his panels.

Getaway follows after him eagerly and Brainstorm groans at the soft hiss of Getaway releasing and pressurizing his spike, “Ugh, how do I keep letting myself get here?”

“You know I can give you what you want, what you need,” Getaway purrs, finding the manual release on Brainstorm’s panels and dipping a digit into Brainstorm’s warm valve to coax it into producing lubricant.

Brainstorm sucks in more air through his vents and spreads his legs, letting Getaway finger his pale valve, the thin strips of biolights flaring as lubricant begins to trail down Getaway’s fingers. Getaway slips his digits out of Brainstorm’s valve and slides his slick fingers up Brainstorm’s spike before curling his hand around it to squeeze firmly, forcing a groan out of Brainstorm.

“Just make up your mind already!” Brainstorm snaps only to be cut off by a moan as Getaway starts pumping his fist over Brainstorm’s spike.

“Actually, I was thinking of trying something. You like innovation, so, you’re gonna love this,” Getaway taunts as he shifts his legs, hooking one over Brainstorm’s hips.

There’s a distinct creak of metal as Brainstorm grips the edge of the workbench at the feeling of Getaway pushing his valve onto Brainstorm’s spike, the tight little space already feeling so wet and hot.

“Hah, n-now the tricky part…” Getaway swallows down his moans and moves back slightly to grab his own spike, basking under Brainstorm’s rapt attention as he watches Getaway move his spike down to rub against the folds of Brainstorm’s valve. It takes some maneuvering and more than a little cursing until Getaway’s spike is rubbing against Brainstorm’s spikes now both firmly pushing into each other’s valves.

“Ah… this is definitely one of your more creative ideas,” Brainstorm pants out only to grab at Getaway as he starts to finally move.

The movements of their hips are awkward and jittery at first, unused to the position until they’re just pushing and grinding against each other, their spikes no longer rubbing roughly together now sliding with the aid of the lubricant building between their valves. As they grind against each other, their anterior nodes bump and flare as the touch completes the circuit, making the charge bloom between them. It’s a mess of heat and charged lubricant that has Brainstorm feeling like he’s losing his mind, finding it hard to tell where he begins and Getaway ends. He feels so full as Getaway’s spike pulses in his valve, the shallow ridge just under the head of his spike catching and connecting with the strips of nodes along Brainstorm’s soft walls as he feels his own spike practically milked by Getaway’s valve that spasms and squeezes around his spike.

Brainstorm hefts Getaway up and flips them around to pin Getaway down, hiking his leg up higher to get closer, deeper as he curls his own leg up over Getaway’s other leg to plant a knee on the bench, now properly fragging Getaway. Lubricant drips onto the pristine surface as Brainstorm uses Getaway’s spike and valve, their valves kissing every time Brainstorm thrusts against Getaway who can do nothing now locked in Brainstorm’s hold and wracked with the charge building between them. Getaway grabs at Brainstorm’s back, trying to find a purchase on anything as his legs twitch uselessly against Brainstorm and he tucks his head against Brainstorm’s shoulder, his processor feeling fully fried. His back hits the bench as Brainstorm slams him down, pushing as deep as he can into Getaway while taking his spike in equal measure and Getaway feels heat bloom inside his valve as a sudden wave of charge overwhelms him, dragging him into overload by force.

Getaway’s digits scratch up Brainstorm’s paint as he cries out, shaking as he spills his own load into Brainstorm as more and more of Brainstorm’s transfluid fills his hungry valve until he’s weak and fully spent. Transfluid and lubricant run down his thighs as Brainstorm pulls away, leaving him feeling far too cold as the frigid air of the lab brushes against Getaway’s exposed spike and valve now a mess of fluids, his spike still twitching in the air. Brainstorm picks up a cloth and starts cleaning himself of their mixed lubricant and transfluid, unbothered by the mech he’s left mewling on his workbench.

“Fine, I’ll work on your stupid pistol while you clean that up,” Brainstorm flicks his chin and Getaway follows the motion to look at the small puddle that formed along with the small patch on the edge of the workbench that’s dripping down.

“Heh, sure, no problem,” Getaway catches the other cloth Brainstorm picks up and tosses at him, waiting until Brainstorm is engrossed in his work to stand on incredibly jittery legs, hissing, “Damn…”

[carolinaclassictrucks]

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[obscure-imaginations]

Soundwave x Blitzwing - Valveplug

Mpreg with eggs. Blitzwing lays Soundwave's eggs and has fun doing so. TFA Blitzwing, TFP Soundwave. Reflected on AO3.

REBLOGS >>> LIKES

Warnings: Pregnancy, mpreg, oviposition/laying eggs, tentacles, multiple sets of genitals, multiple orgasms.

Thankfully Soundwave had already prepared everything, because if Blitzwing was alone right now, he’d panic and lay his eggs under someone’s bed, like a cat birthing kittens in an unsuspecting owner’s closet.

The pregnancy (or ‘eggnancy’, as Knockout had snickered about) started out easy enough. Blitzwing was a good boy and took a whole 13 eggs from Soundwave’s tentacles. By the first month he had decided to forgo his abdominal plating, showing off the goods. He had been chastised at first but as his belly grew, he received more gaping stares than scoldings. Even Soundwave was prone to losing himself while working when Blitzwing sauntered by.

Halfway through, Blitzwing demanded sex almost constantly. Soundwave could hardly keep up. Eventually he’d grab Blitzwing with his tentacles and fuck his leaky valve while working- not that he was getting much done with such a spectacle next to him, but still, it’s the thought that counts.

Near the end, Blitzwing was like a whiny cat. He was bed bound at that point due to the eggs (or Knockout just liked seeing his new favorite patient be helpless), so he relied heavily on Soundwave. Icy whimpered for physical affection, Hothead snarled and demanded his craved food, while Random made noise just for the sake of getting his partner’s attention.

Soundwave wasn't bothered. He enjoyed seeing his lover like this, his protomesh swollen and spilling out. The rest of Blitzwing’s body had proportioned itself as well- he abandoned his chassis piece as soon as he started staying in bed, letting his new swollen breasts hang out. Sometimes Soundwave came home to find Blitzwing leaking bright cyan energon-rich milk everywhere, his valve and spike soon following suit with cobalt lubricating oils.

They spent many nights curled up together on their shared berth, Soundwave massaging Blitzwing’s fat in any way possible. Most times, Soundwave’s tentacles suckled Blitzwing’s breasts, his servos rubbed Blitzwing’s tummy, and his large spike plugged Blitzwing’s valve. Blitzwing was simply in pure paradise.

Now, when his water broke and his genital plating was leaking fluid, Soundwave gently carried the triplechanger to the prepared birthing nest. He grabbed each limb with a tentacle to position the eggbound mech properly. Soundwave made a reassuring chitter when Blitzwing whimpered, then slowly opened up his plating to see his heavy, leaking valve.

To their surprise, the first egg was already almost there. With a simple push, it plopped out onto the soft bedding.

Random’s face chattered excitedly. “Look! That one would be good hard-boiled.”

Soundwave made a disapproving noise and a tentacle lightly smacked the back of his helm.

Icy spoke next. “Ah… good thing they're not fertilized…” He grunted and pushed the second egg out, a spurt of fluid soaking his thighs.

Soundwave was unusually “talkative”, making all sorts of noises to encourage Blitzwing. Even the stupidest of mechs could see that he was, indeed, actually worried- Blitzwing was in bliss now but there were many things that could go wrong…

The third egg got stuck, resisting several attempts at pushing. Hothead snarled in irritation. “Stupid mech! This is all your fault!” He snapped.

Soundwave wasn't bothered, knowing this was a natural reaction- apparently it was a stereotype for pregnant humans to blame their partners for the pain. But the egg soon popped out thanks to Hothead’s passion and Blitzwing resumed whimpering in pleasure.

The next egg caused Blitzwing to moan wantonly. He couldn't take it anymore- he popped out his halfway inflated spike and began to rapidly stroke himself. He ignored Soundwave’s annoyed huff, fondling one of his own breasts while stroking.

“It feels so good!” he whimpered, his right optic fluttering shut before the faces changed again to Random. “Ooh! I want to lay eggs in you, next, Wavy! We can sound your spike and eggs will fill up those beautiful balls of yours and-”

Soundwave silenced him with a tentacle in his mouth he could suck on. Blitzwing took it happily, still rapidly jerking himself off.

Soundwave leaned forward helped ease out the next few eggs before he bolted back, sitting on his haunches. Blitzwing had unexpectedly overloaded on his faceplate. Random was giggling at him before Icy switched back in.

“Sorry, mein liebe. I believe that will be the first of many, ah, cumshots, as the humans say.” His motions continued, his spike leaking even more dark blue lubricating fluid.

Finally, after a few more of Blitzwing’s overloads and eggs, it was the final stretch. The eleventh egg was crowning when Blitzwing decided to stop pushing and massage his puffy purple valve.

Soundwave rang in annoyance, attempting to swat Blitzwing’s servo away, but Hothead growled at him.

“Hold on. I want to enjoy this!” He grit his teeth and groaned, his hips sputtering. He suddenly squirted everywhere, soaking the already-dampened fabric that lay around them. He let out a high-pitched moan, surprising for the face being displayed. Pure pleasure was resounding throughout his body, through his abdomen and causing his spark to sputter in excitement.

Soundwave took pity on the triplechanger and rubbed his servo digits on Blitzwing’s node. Another spurt of squirt came out when the next egg made it out and plopped onto the wet pile.

It felt like sparks flew through Blitzwing’s body, lighting every nerve on fire. His optics widened and he shouted as the final, thirteenth egg popped out, another overload taking him. He must have had at least half a dozen orgasms by now, Soundwave already calculating how much energon he’d need to retrieve after the affair.

Blitzwing slumped into Soundwave’s arms and tentacles. Soundwave chittered and purred for him. He massaged Blitzwing’s abdomen with a tentacle.

“Aren’t you horny?” Blitzwing mumbled. “I figured you’d be touching yourself, too.”

Soundwave paused. He looked down at himself and realized that his own genital plating had been leaking electric blue lubricant the entire time.

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day six

tfa optimus prime

tws/content- masturbation, food play, feeding kink, size proportions are fucked sorry, optimus doesn’t know the name of the foods so neither will you, sticky self service, robots eating human foods, sensory play (?)

Optimus knows that this is not the best idea. Consuming organic foods was possible, probably. This might’ve been the type of thing that Bumblebee, or maybe even Prowl would try. Optimus feels very… out of place laying on his chassis with a small bowl of organic fruits in front of him.

But when, other than right now, would he get a chance at this?

With a glance at his door to make sure it’s closed, he lets his valve paneling retract. Worries start to lace his wandering thoughts. What if the fruit was gross to him? Would it alter his frame? What if it makes him sick? What if he gets sick and has to explain to Ratchet why he’s sick? Primus, that would be embarrassing.

Optimus, quite forcefully, mentally shoves these thoughts out of the way and lets one of his servos wander down to his array. It’ll be fine. No reason to worry. Bumblebee had eaten crackers before and been fine, he shouldn’t be worried about eating something healthier than that.

He’s quickly reminded that in the recent events and interactions with the Decepticons he has had zero to no time for his more personal ‘needs’. Spreading his stabilizers a little wider, he reaches for the first experimental treat.

He’s careful in taking it out of the bowl, scanning over the fruit. It’s small, no bigger than the tips of his digits, and a deep dark indigo color. He had seen Sari eat these by the handfuls, they must be somewhat palatable for her to like them, right?

Absolutely correct. The fruit seems to pop with sweet flavor as he starts to chew. He notices that it’s left a small purple stain on his servo plating, probably on his lower derma, too.

After swallowing the fruit, he realizes that all his former worries were silly. He, now a bit amused, reaches for what looks to be a bigger, more plump version of what he had consumed. Lazily circling his outer node, he pushes the nameless fruit past his dermas.

It’s nothing like the last one, to his surprise. Flavor seeps through where it was formerly connected to a vine, it’s almost akin to the taste of cheap high grade, not that he minded. The texture was not that different, but this one has small, almost unnoticeable seeds.

He scans through the selection, picking up two of the almost half circle white ones. He turns one over in his servo, still chewing, to see the thin red skin that had protected the fruit inside.

The prime stuffs his intake once more, shoving his helm down into the soft blanket. The crescent shaped treats reminded him of a candy he loved from his academy years. He sucks on the fruit, savoring the flavor.

Who knew Earth could be so similar and different from Cybertron at the same time?

The organic plant crunches loudly in between his denta, it creates a whole new texture, completely different from the prior two. Optimus swallows, once again reaching for the bowl.

This one is cube shaped and light red, but not exactly pink in color. Juice drips down his faceplates as he bites the cube in half, he hums in surprise. Its not as sweet as the other ones, and it gushes with sweet liquid when he chews on it. He licks his digits after eating the second half, pressing on his array harder. Optimus moans, squirming and beginning to grind against his servo.

Picking another one out, he shortly scans over the fruit before placing it on his glossa. It’s bright red and bubbly looking, the saturation of flavor is much higher than the rest. His spike presses up against it’s housing, but he doesn’t let the panel slide away.

The next one he picks is cut into thick cylindrical shapes, a sort of cream color. Optimus almost squishes the fruit between his digits, sliding it onto his glossa and tasting the sweet and gentle flavor it had to offer.

Arousal keeps on building in his tanks, it creates a tight feeling in his core that makes it harder to focus on what’s in his intake. The prime whines, wishing he had more of the crunchy slices from earlier. He licks the residue left on his digits, sucking on them to draw more of the vaguely sweet flavor out.

His optics flare when he rubs his outer node again, with a side-to-side motion. He groans, vents growing quicker and his frame trembling.

Overload slams into his circuits like a truck, it makes him tense hard on his berth, arching his back strut and snapping his stabilizers shut. He does his best not to knock the bowl over, it would make his sheets a mess.

He feels so light as he slowly recovers from that mind-shattering overload, reality slowly rushes back into his frame. He relaxes, going totally limp and letting himself just wallow in the relief.

He sighs, knowing that he’s not going to be able to do this same thing in quite a while. But he doesn’t care at the moment. All he really cares about right now are the licks of afterglow he feels in his core.

[mychlapci]

been thinking about.. the twins laying eggs, but the egg is like. the proportions of kiwi eggs for reference:

why? idk dreadwing struggling and screaming, attempting to give birth to something most mechs would lay multiple eggs to match the size of is real hot..

Oh lord... Ok, but consider. Predaking is so so big. His eggs gotta be huge... And with how strong he is, obviously his eggs will be extraordinary as well. Perhaps he can only manage to push one large egg into Dreadwing. A very large egg. By the time it's ready to be laid, Dreadwing looks pregnant with several sparklings. It's as big as his entire torso... giving birth to it will be a nightmare.

Predaking will hold his legs as far back as he can so his valve has room to bulge out, but it barely helps. Dreadwing's struggling with getting just the tip through, calipers all snapped and broken and mesh torn as the egg is slowly forced out of him over the course of several days. His valve is gaping so wide afterwards, Predaking could shove an arm in there without any issue and feel the inside of his gestation tank... A bot Dreadwing's size or maybe even larger could have easily shoved their entire head into his poor, ruined pussy...