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If Hashtag were human she would be sweating bullets right now. Her mother was at work with Bumblebee tagging along with her, Robby and Mo were at school but everyone else was trekking through the woods to go collect some cave water, just extra supplies that’s all; all glad that Robby had healed from his illness. This left Hashtag, alone, alone to her own devices to do whatever she wanted and wherever ‘cause who’s gonna see? Not Robby or Mo or Bumblebee or even her parents. So that is why she decided to watch a marathon of various videos depicting humans in the act of… copulating.
There was a wide variety to her surprise, this whole genre had humans do all sorts of freaky stuff with their genitals and bodies. She had just finished watching a video of a woman in black leather whip a tied up male. She doesn’t understand the appeal of it, it looked like it hurt. I mean, she doesn’t find the appeal of this sex thing as a whole, it appears to be a thing that only organics do. She hasn’t checked nor asked Bumblebee but she is pretty sure that Terrans or Cybertronians don’t even have the parts to “do it”. It’s not like she ever had the inclination anyways.
Currently, she is watching a more vanilla sex video. Just a woman lying on her back as she took the phallic thingy from the man. It wasn’t always the female and male mating together though, again she has peruse the landscape of pornos thoroughly at this point; aside from the common pair she has also watched two females do it, two males, and she even seen videos where the females would have the exact same genitals as the males but everything else was the same. It was an interesting discovery, she didn’t know human females could have that too, could males also have vice versa? That question led her on a journey on watching these so called videos of these so called “trans” individuals.
Hashtag stood with a straight face and concentrating glare as she watched the blonde get pounded by the brown haired man. She was so concentrated that she barely registered the sound coming from behind, metal footsteps.
Scrap!
“Hashtag, are you down here?” It was Nightshade. They stopped dead in their tracks as soon as they saw what was playing on the main monitor. “Oh…”
Their mouth was a thin line as they stared beyond with a neutral face and Hashtag just shot them a horrified look back that only lasted for a split second.
“Scrap, scrap!” (She learned that from Bumblebee) Hashtag frantically moved her fingers over the keyboard, for a second she forgot which buttons did what as her optics darted across the board. Eventually her digit landed on the pause button but by then she had wasted a good 3 seconds. She then swivelled around and tried to block the screen with her bulky body from her sibling’s wide owl eyes. “Y-you saw nothing! I was, uh, researching!”
Hashtag couldn’t understand why she felt so ashamed, sex was just a natural thing to organics but she and Nightshade aren’t organics then why the shame? Maybe she learnt it from how Robby reacted when she saw him on his computer late that one night. She was just staring in from out the window and her brother hadn't noticed her, he had his eyes glued to the screen. That was the first time Hashtag ever saw one of these explicit videos, soon he noticed and Robby had acted equally as embarrassed as she was now, trying to hide the screen as well. Well at least he closed the tab but she understands him now, she gets it.
“What? What was wrong with that video?”
Robby had let out a few Earthen swears (unlike him) before he told Hashtag, “this is private, Hashtag, don’t sneak up on me like that, please! It’s rude to watch two people… do it together.”
“But you were just watching two people ‘do it’ together, aren’t you the one being ‘rude’ first?”
“Nevermind, goodnight.” And with that he closed the blinds on her.
Back to present times.
Nightshade looked at her, perplexed, mouth opening and shutting, wanting to say something but nothing, nothing came out but an inaudible breath. Instead they swallowed and shifted their head, attempting to examine the screen behind their sister, much to her horror. Their eyes follow the curvature of the bodies displayed there.
“I… I’ve seen those kinds of videos before,” they spoke, admitting.
Hashtag laxed her body a bit, they’re in the unofficial ‘ watched two people “do it” club ’ that her and Robby are in too. It calmed her just a little though she stayed put.
“Of course you did,” she stated, “you’re the know-it-all of the family.”
“You said it like it was a bad thing.”
“No, no it’s a good thing you’ve seen these porn videos! Maybe, I guess?”
Nightshade glided over beside her, then stared at the screen before staring back at her.
“Since when did you start watching these?” they asked.
Hashtag rubbed the back of her neck. “I just marathoned it today, I’ve seen Robby watch some. Uh, you?”
“I’ve watched a few, for research purposes,” now that excuse was believable for Nightshade, “that was it though.”
“Oh, I would’ve reckoned you’d watch more than that?”
“No, not where my studies are focused,” they explained nonchalantly and ambiguously. “And you?”
“Huh?”
“Why are you watching these?” they clarified.
“Uhh…” Hashtag was stuck between a rock and a hard place. What can she tell them? That she enjoys watching these kinds of videos? Nope, nope, definitely not that! That she is fascinated by them? That her curiosity had taken over? Both of which are rooted in truth. She only began her binge watching because of what she saw the other night. “Curious.”
Nightshade tilted their head and moved their hands behind their back. “Right.” Their tone said ‘no digressions’ but their body language said ‘sarcasm’.
“I’m not a pervert.” She felt the need to explicitly clarify but immediately regretted it once she realised it made her sound even more suspicious.
“I believe you.” Again their tone said ‘no digressions’ but their body language said ‘sarcasm’ with a smirk and slight shrugging of shoulders.
Hashtag let out a loud, irritated groan. Finally she turned around to face the screen and began clicking out of the window with lightning speed. With that video closed and gone she allowed herself a sigh of relief. Out of sight, out of mind; though it still remained in hers. She then pivoted on her heel and met her sibling again, still staring at her with those big, round, green owl eyes. Scrutinising her. Hashtag, having enough of her sibling’s antics, stomped towards them.
“Tell no one of this, okay?”
“Dead poets’ honour.”
She understood that reference.