,... $$$$ $$$$T""P$$$ba, ,gd&P""T&bg. ,gd&P""T&bg. ggggggggggg $$$$ $$$$$b d$$$$ $$$$b d$$$$ $$$$$b ggggggggggg """"""""""" $$$$ $$$$$$ $$$$$ $$$$$ $$$$$bxxP&$$&P """"""""""" $$$$ $$$$$$ T$$$$ $$$$P T$$$$ $$$"""""" " """" $$$$$$ "T&$bxxd$&P" "T&$bxx$$$$$' " """"""$$$ """ """""" """ ggg "Transformers Fan Fiction #1" ggg $$$ by -> AIDS $$$ $$$ $$$ $$$ [ HOE E-Zine #958 -- 12/14/99 -- http://www.hoe.nu ] .,$$$ `"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""' It was a dark and stormy night inside Autobots H.Q. Bumbleed and Hotrod were busy playing jacks in the mess hall, and lonely Optimus Prime looked out of the view portals and surveyed the charred earth around him. The humans had finally done it; they had employed nuclear weapons. He wondered if Megatron had anything to do with it, if he had urged India and Pakistan into their horrible war which ended up taking every single human life on the planet, except for Spike, and his dad Ratchet. Prime knew what the loss of your entire species could do. It had been the same when Cybertron blew up; and so he decided to go comfort the two men, and see if he could offer them any encouragement. As he walked closer to the two men's room, his audio sensors began picking up something that sounded like human pain. He quicken his pace and threw open the door. His eyes saw a sight he did not know. "What are you doing?" asked Prime. "We're having sex, you big hunk of tin!" screamed Spike in a fury of sexual disporia as his father jack hammered away at his son's tight little asshole. "I'll have to consult the autobot matrix," began Prime, " but I did not realize that humans had sex with their parents." "Well, it seems," grunted Ratchet, "that all our fellow humans are dead. Social convention and rules are gone, now, Prime, and we're both still men. We've got a lot of sexual energy, and we've got to fuck something, so why into each other?" "We love each other, Optimus. We love each other as only a son and father can." The look of lust and caring on Spike's face warmed Optimus to his autobot energy core. "I guess I'll leave you two to be," said Optimus. Later that Night, Optimus Prime was sitting in his favorite chair, wondering about what he had seen take place between Spike and Spike's father. Being a robotic construct, Optimus had no feelings on sex one way or the other, but he was very concerned by how it seemed to rule the lives of humans. Could not the atomic war be viewed as a gigantic sexual orgy taken to its ultimate tragic extreme? And why should the Autobots not be allowed sexual pleasure? He couldn't stop thinking about that look on Spike's face as his father's cock rammed in and out of his son's ass... It was the black snake moan. Perhaps it was time to get some sexual modifications on all of his crew. Perhaps with this new burgeoning Autobot sexuality, he could finally make peace with the Decepticons. Wouldn't it better to fuck Megatron than simply to fight him, time and time again? They could be made lovers with each jerking spurt of wd-40 cum. And what would it be like to personally outfit Arcee with a digital vagina and then fuck it and then shave it of its pubic wires? Ah god, if Optimus had a digital dick, it'd be rising like Unicron, towards the sky. But such a decision, Optimus knew, was unwise without first consulting the AUTOBOT MATRIX. How he loved venturing into that netherworld of the Autobot soul, it was like touching a piece of permanence. He opened up his chest and brought out the matrix and he let himself be sucked into it. THIS IS WHAT HE SAW: _------------------------_ _| |_ | | | 0 - | | & | |_ _| /|_ ---------------- _|\ / ------------------------ \ | \ | | | Lil' Stinker | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |------------------------| | | |------------------------| | |_____| |_____| \/\/\/ \/\/\/ | | | _________ | | \ / | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | ( ) | | ( ) | | IMAGINE OPTIMUS PRIME'S SURPRISE WHEN HE SAW THAT THE FIRST AUTOBOT, BIG DADDY FAT SACKS, HAD AN ENORMOUS FUCKING DONKEY SCHLONG THAT COULD HAVE BEEN USED TO BORE THROUGH THE TONGUES OF BLASPHEMERES! WELL THAT SETTLED IT FOR OPTIMUS! hE WENT RIGHT OUT AND OUTFITTED HIMSELF WITH A DICK AND THEN SPURTED MOTOR OIL ALL OVER HOT ROD, THE LITTLE UPSTART, AND THEN ON HOT ROB'S BITCH, ARCEE, AND THEN HE FUCKING POPPED HER AUTOBOT MAIDEN HEAD WITH HIS ENORMOUS FUCKING DONKEY SCHLONG [--------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #958, BY AIDS - 12/14/99 ] [ This file is dedicated to Rhea, just for being her! ]