12:08 AM - Contra: i will literally write an Engie/Mini fic if you don't stop me 12:08 AM - Contra: do not underestimate how far I'll go for a single joke Inside the BLU Engineer's room in the mercenaries' living quarters is a prototype Combat-Ready Mini-Sentry. This Mini, like its complete version, stands on a tripod and has a blinking light on its head, but its color is a much lighter shade of blue. Dell Conagher wanted to test movement capabilities in such a small machine before moving on to offensive ones, after all. So the firing hole is actually purely cosmetic, and is therefore smaller on this model than on the proper Mini Sentry or its larger cousins. Dell's bedroom is small and orderly, rather unlike the shop he regularly works in. Blueprints ranging from Radigan all the way down to Dell line the walls, marking projects Dell has either completed or has yet to start. His pillows are in dark blue casing and his blankets are the same sky-blue shade as his shirt. After a long, strenuous day of exertion, this is where Dell comes to relax. Even an Engineer needs a break from the constant battles and work in his little shop in the garage. So the Engie relaxes at his desk, eyeing books and folders of the latest Australian technological advances and his family's work over the century, including his father's blueprint for robotic legs. Dell hadn't seen the old man in years, of course. He was most likely dead, but death didn't bother a line of Engineers. It was a practical problem with no practical solution, therefore... Dell shook the thought out of his head as he removed his goggles, tossing it behind him to add to the mess of work clothes on his floor. On the lonely nights after missions and building, the Engineer prefers only a shirt and a pair of boxers in his privacy. The prototype Mini Sentry turns to look at him. From a melted-down Saxxy, Dell Conagher had acquired a small amount of Australium that he'd used to power this little gun of his. It had run constantly over the past three, four years since he'd built it, and the Australium wasn't even depleted past seventy percent. He knew from building it that the machine drew at least 500W on a constant basis, so for such a small amount of Australium to power something so demanding for so long...well, he could hardly imagine the kind of long term-applications the metal could serve. Forget oil- Australium was the future. The Mini's little light blinked at Dell a few times, and he sighed. Morse code. The little thing had learned Morse code, somehow, even though he hadn't programmed it for anything like that. Was it the Australium? He was too tired to keep the information in his head, so he muttered "Start over" in a Texan drawl as he hastily took out a pen and paper. The Mini started from the beginning as the Engineer translated its latest message. .--. .-.. . .- ... . .--. .-.. .- -.-- .-- .. - .... -- . .- --. .- .. -. .-.-.- (Please play with me again.) Dell raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" -.-- . ... .-.-.- (Yes.) Dell, of course, didn't really care if the gun was sure or not. His erection was already straining through his boxers, and he knew what he wanted. This was Dell's darkest secret. As he pulled the Mini to his part of the desk, he playfully said "Gotta move that gear up!" But I do, he thought. This thing's auto-pilot ain't designed for that. Engineer pushed the head of his penis through the empty barrel of his Mini-Sentry, and sighed in relief at feeling the oily sensation of the prosthetic...thing he'd made inside. He began to thrust his hips. "In-coming!" "Let's do this Texas style!" "Yippe-ke-hi-he-yay! Heaww-kyoo!" "Gotta- move- that- gear!" "I love this little gun! Oh!" "Pow! Bam! Wop!" The Engineer's orgasm struck violently, and he grasped the mini sentry as he made a final thrust inside of it. "Heeeyaaah!"
HAAAAAAAAA
It's so beautiful... Brings a tear to my eye. Bless your heart, Contra. Bless it night and day.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.
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