#mechprg

Astrotrain barges in Blitzwings room, breaking the door frame.

-Ayo, Blitzwing. He presents to Blitzwing a positive pregnancy test. Two lines, fat aft, you know what that means. I was right! You did need to wear protection! Now give my 20 shanix.

Blitzwings morbidly fat ass gets up from his gaming chair.

- I didn't even divorce you yet and you already asking for money!? Fine man but get the fuck out my life. He throws the money at his face. That's for your abortion, hoe.

Astrotrain face plate gets really hot, steam escaping under his helm. He grabs Blitzwing face and smashes it against the wall like six or seven times until his energon is staining fresh dent in the wall. Blitzwing looks back at him as he stops and grins, bearing his sharp teeth.

-Oh you want the abortion on the house, huh? A fight breaks out between them, but as it common with them it doesn't take long for close punches to turn into close touches. They began to smash each other bodies into walls battling even with tongues as they made out to their neighbors dismay.

After long long hours they laid in Blitzwing now (again) broken bed. Astrotrain took a big swing at a cybercigar, Blitzwing laying beside him.

- You know Blitzwing... I think I do like you in the end. I'm gonna keep the sparkling.

-Yeah okay. Can you pay for uh my doctor tho? Your GIANT, FAT aft crushed my pelvis.

-Oh um sure dude if we going to be a good family I need to help you and stuff. I'm going to protect you my omega. Astrotrain eyes sparkled.