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That Ol’ Black Magick - Ch.2: Me a Sexual Sacrifice? I Don’t Think So!
Title: That Ol’ Black Magick
Sub-Title: Ch.2: Me a Sexual Sacrifice? I Don’t Think So!
Fandom: Transformers G1
Character: Ramjet, Dirge, Sunstorm and Nightfire
Prompt: Ritual
Word Count: 337
Rating: PG13
Summery: What happens when a lonely Decepticon femme casts a black magick love spell to lure a Seeker to her?
Author’s Notes: The word magick is not misspelled; it’s the way most true practitioners of paganism spell the word to distinguish it from stage magic which is spelled with out the K at the end.
Disclaimer: I do not own Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, Dirge, Sunstorm, Megatron, or the Decepticons; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Nightfire.
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“Ramjet! What the hell are you doing here???” Nightfire said dreadfully.
Giving her a dirty smile with a facial exception to mach, Ramjet playfully cooed, “Punish me. Because I’ve been a very naughty boy!”
“Oh, poopy on a pocky, not you too!” she flustered.
Letting go of what he was using to pretend to restrain him, Ramjet move closer to the already skittish
“Sorry, not today pal!” she jittered as she bolted out of the room quicker than a flash flood till she reached a darkened storage room.
‘They shouldn’t find me here for at least a short while. Maybe I mispronounced the incantation. That has to be it. There can’t be any other explanation.’ She thought then a very faint glow was seen in behind a tower of boxes and crates. “What the hell?”
Nightfire quietly creped to see what the weird glow was; she was surprised to see Sunstorm meditating. As he meditated he kept chanting to himself again and again, “Come to me Nightfire and love me. Come to me Nightfire and love me. Come to me Nightfire and love me.”
Backing off quietly and quickly as she could, Nightfire was about to give out a big sigh of relief for the fact Sunstorm didn’t spot her, when she hit some thing with a loud clang.
“Gotcha!” said Dirge who grabbed her and started to carry her back towards Sunstorm. “Hay, Sunny, I got that sacrifice we have been needing.”
“Sacrifice??? What type of sacrifice???” she asks with optics wide with alarm.
Looking up from his meditation, Sunstorm said seductively, “Why you will be a sexual sacrifice my dear Nightfire.”
“Yah, I’m looking real forward to screwing you, sweetspark.” Said Dirge as he smiled suggestively as he let her down.
Standing between two Seekers with no means of escape; Nightfire tightly closed her optics.
TO BE CONTINUED