Tempered steel and spinning cogs

Poppy's heart hammered like mad as she felt sweat slide down her face, wiping it away hurriedly as her eyes met with Rumble's. "So, you wanted to talk?" the fuzzy blue yordle asked casually, leaning against his trusted robot, Tristy with a smile across his face. 'What a smooth operator..' Poppy thought to herself as her cheeks slowly reddened, her breathing slow and heavy, and a nervous itch around her hands. "W-well.. actually, Rumble, I-uh.. I think y-you're pretty great." the girl began shyly, coaxing a confident laugh from the boy, "yeah, I am pretty great, aren't I?" he said while thoughtlessly brushing some dirt off the front of Tristy. "Y-yeah.. th-that is, um.. I.. I really like you Rumble." Staring at the girl with an look of disbelief Rumble seemed to recoil away in disgust, "You.. what?" "I-I really like you! I'd l-like us to get along b-better, and maybe g-go out sometimes!" Poppy near-shouted, her eyes shut tight. Sighing, Rumble shook his head dismissively, waving her off. "I learned a long time ago, that 3D is nothing but trouble, I have no desire for this reality. All I need is the perfection of my 2D women." he announced as he boarded his mech, turning to look back at Poppy as he prepared to leave. He felt his hear wrench as he expected tears, sobs, and complaints, but felt his heart catch in his throat as the yordle girl brandished her trusted hammer, Whomper. "It took a lot of courage to come here, and I am not going back with a 'no', Rumble." Backing Tristy away slowly, Rumble was wide eyed "2D w-wouldn't threaten me.." he sputtered in the moment before Poppy was on him, and then there was blackness.
Opening his eyes slowly Rumble could feel only a dull pain in his head, but as he slowly woke he felt more and more pain across his body, and an unfamiliar weight across his lap. Finally gathering his wits, he lifted his head to find a completely naked Poppy, covered in sweat and savagely bouncing up and down on his thoroughly-abused cock. "Wh-why..." he whimpered as the painful sensations flooded his body, nearly overwhelming him. Securing him beneath herself, Poppy leaned forward with her hands on his shoulders, savagely responding with only a whisper, and a toothy grin.

"Poppy take what Poppy want. Ready for round seventeen Rumby-pie?"