#blurrxshockwave

Okay well we'll give the scenario a sweet spin: Shockwave rebuilt him of weak parts out of necessity, in hiding from the Autobots, and he keeps Blurr safe with his big monster strength while he's in this fragile condition. They stay on a seldom visited planetoid and salvage parts for Blurr from crashed ships. Ar night Shockwave keeps him warm and they interface ever so gently to keep Blurr intact. Together they ward off enemies and build a small life in their ramshackle home!

And more:"Is it time?" Shockwave was stroking across Blurr's back as his pet shook, knees knocking together in an effort to keep his panels closed. "Yes!" Blurr's voice was strained and edged with static fuzz, charge unbearably high. Moving him over to the makeshift next beside their berth, Shockwave eased him into a squat, pointedly prodding his valve cover. Copious amounts of lubricant immediately poured fourth, followed by the pale nose of a false egg between his folds. Blurr came instantly.

More: Blurr gripped the edge of the table hard, trying his best to ignore the increasing desire to beg for Shockwave's mercy. His stomach, stretched and trembling, bobbed against the edge and he keened despite himself, the fake eggs moving inside his overstuffed valve. Shockwave looked up from his reading in the living room. "Dear?" Swallowing his desperation, Blurr picked up the cubes he had been preparing and turned back to him. Shockwave's optic roamed his frame happily. "Dinner is ready!"

TMI tuesday uh okay: Blurr gasped and whined, a high and reedy noise that made all of Shockave's sensors light up. "I-it's too much, please Sir please I-!" "Shh," Shockwave nuzzled against his back, "only three more." Blurr quaked but did his best to stifle any more complaints, the synthetic spheres Shockwave was slowly slipping into his valve shifting slightly with each frame-wracking pant. His stomach bulged. "If you truly want to carry my brood," Shockwave purred, "you must first practice."

"-and to keep in all health and state of mind?" "Of course." Shockwave nodded curtly. Blurr shifted uncomfortably, giddy with joy but more concerned with the fact that his interface panels had been removed. It was apparently custom, as well as the garment they had him wear instead, but it was all so odd. Before he could further reconsider he was being lifted onto the podium. "Then take him," Megatron smiled, watching as Shockwave pulled his Autobot's panties down. "Prepare yourself."

"My my," Starscream snickered behind his hand, "how adorable." It was probably meant as an insult, but nobody else cared to listen. In the next pew over, Strika laughed and leaned back to elbow Lugnut. "Young love, da?" She winked a bit. "Seems like you are not only one who is screamer." Up on the podium, Shockwave did something that made Blurr positively howl and the audience clapped politely.