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 Elita released a soft hum of contentment. There had to be perks to sleeping naked, she thought. Besides the actual act of being naked, though that was enough in its own right. She shifted positions, feeling the slide of her protoform against Optimus's, and she sighed. Then, her lips pulled into a smile. She slowly caressed her arms upwards to link behind his neck, and the arm holding her on top of his chassis tightened a fraction. A finger nuzzled the curve of her mouth, making the slightest giggle slip from her. "And to what do I owe a smile like this?" Before she could answer, her spark had given her away. Optimus chuckled, sending a

Unspeakable Evils The massive Cybertronian jet streaks through the cloudless blue sky. Below on the frozen Alaskan tundra is a top-secret base belonging to MECH. The jet lands, transforming as it goes, and looks around at the large, snow-covered compound. Suddenly, an alarm blares out from one of the watchtowers on each corner of the barbed wire and concrete fence. Instantly, the ground is alive with MECH agents, each armed with weapons designed to take down Cybertronians. The large mech smirks in contempt at the humans surrounding it, their feeble attempts at attacking it humorous. Arming its fusion cannon with the quip, “I am Galvatr

QUIDDICH ARENA RIVER OF NO RETURN WILDERNESS AREA IDAHO, UNITED STATES "...and this is your announcer Lee Jordan, welcoming one and all to the first ever Cybertronian exhibition Quiddich match!" came Lee's magically amplified voice from the announcer's box, ringing through the stadium that now occupied a formerly deserted stretch of forest in the northwestern United States. "And secondary announcer Spike Witwicky," Spike put in. "Looks like we have a healthy crowd here, Lee, with representatives from the Autobots, Decepticons, and wizards from every country in the world present!" "Of course there are," grinned Lee. "This is history in th

Why do we fight? ~ Protihex, four hundred stellar cycles before the outbreak of the Great War. The young Cybertronian had no way of knowing what would happen. As he trundled along in vehicle form along a little-used road leading to the Protihex Mechanical Mechanics University, his weight broke a conduit that had escaped the attention of repair drones over the millenia. It ruptured, bringing volatile Energon into contact with high-voltage cables. The explosion shook Protihex, sending a shimmering orange cloud high into Cybertron's atmosphere. A passing Mini-Con spotted the young victim and rushed to his aid. Transforming hadn't protected h

 “Lord Megatron. Come in, Lord Megatron! This is Shockwave. Do you read me? (chattering) Something (thud) has gone terribly wrong, my liege. I have greatly underestimated the power of—(static)—they have escaped the lab, and are (thud) on the loose. I have failed you (thud) Lord Megatron. Their power (grumbling roar and thud) cannot be controlled. They are heading toward (static) I am afraid that they—” Megatron watched, anger and unrest slowly rising in him at the patchy communications Shockwave had managed. In the middle of his sentence, he watched his most prized scientist smacked away with easy and devastati

Wrapping the gifts proved to be the most productive and pleasurable part of the week, or so Bugs thought so. Every person had their own roll of wrapping paper, and tape was tossed from one end of the entrance to the other. Mickey ceased using his magic once the gifts were all indoors but warned that the ice would remain another three hours; they should be cautious before heading out. “Why three hours?” Morty wondered as he helped his brother wrap. “Why not sunset or midnight or somethin’?” “Midnight is so retro,” Mickey replied, in a tone that made Minnie laugh. “But why three hours?”