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The Insecticon was too hungry to fight fairly.

Bombshell did not speak about his hunger aloud as the other two would, and so the Autobot had no warning of the other's odd priorities--a blaster pointed at your chest was no time to think of food!-- Before the Insecticon shot first, a cerebro shell to the forehead, and made the Autobot turn the gun on himself.

So merciful, the Autobot's fingers adjusted the dial on the gun, making the shot non-fetal. Bombshell watched in rapt silence, a mere step away, as the nuzzle was rebalanced steadily three centimeters from the Autobot's center, upper chest. The finger on the trigger squeezed inward and the blaster round cracked the enemy mech's chest open. Bright energon burst out. The Autobot numbly dropped the gun, then reached inside his chest and tore more conduits open with blunt, determined fingers. Bombshell made him lay down, then stooped and reached inside the cavity himself, to cup out the bleeding energon to his glossa.
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For all the waiting, have a ficlit thing. :>

Bombshell drinking a mind-controlled Autobot.

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Description
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The Insecticon was too hungry to fight fairly.

Bombshell did not speak about his hunger aloud as the other two would, and so the Autobot had no warning of the other's odd priorities--a blaster pointed at your chest was no time to think of food!-- Before the Insecticon shot first, a cerebro shell to the forehead, and made the Autobot turn the gun on himself.

So merciful, the Autobot's fingers adjusted the dial on the gun, making the shot non-fetal. Bombshell watched in rapt silence, a mere step away, as the nuzzle was rebalanced steadily three centimeters from the Autobot's center, upper chest. The finger on the trigger squeezed inward and the blaster round cracked the enemy mech's chest open. Bright energon burst out. The Autobot numbly dropped the gun, then reached inside his chest and tore more conduits open with blunt, determined fingers. Bombshell made him lay down, then stooped and reached inside the cavity himself, to cup out the bleeding energon to his glossa.
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For all the waiting, have a ficlit thing. :>

Bombshell drinking a mind-controlled Autobot.

Coloring process stick: