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This is your warning~.

An engine failure in the desert, a grim looking fate, but a sliver over hope in the form of a silver truck, eager to transport the stranded passenger. What could go wrong?
Unless, of course, the truck is, in fact, a robot empress in disguise...

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This is the first story in the "Iron Reign" Chronicle.
Other entries, if made, can be found below:

[Character Quote: "Suppose you could call me picking him up, a fool's errand." -Megam ]

[Quick guide:

Broken down motor, anthro horse stuck in a bind, helpful truckdriver to the rescue. Or...

After 1st: Brought to the villains lair, transformer, Mega Empress. Giant robot toying and teasing with their capture, insults and humiliation. Seduction, intrigue, teasig plans of Tf and unbirthing. A question hangs in the air. ]

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Deci: Short term for decimetre.
Chronicle: A series of stories conneted but not sequential. Ongoing stories without regular updates. ]

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[Story preview:

Sonic Storm turned to face the desert with an exasperated huff – the sight of the endless plains as reassuring as that of the broken motor he had averted from. Heading off on bare hooves in this climate meant frying in the stark sun; hanging out in the car was the equivalent of waiting to be steam baked in his own sweat. The stallion wiped his brow, said salty moisture clinging to his fingers.
“I'll have to stick around. Chances are low, but its not like I am the only one on this road.” Silence encapsulated him.
-BHooonnnnnk- Until it was shattered by a truck's horn.
Sonic Storm witnessed a dot appear on the horizon, closing in was an eighteen wheeler in sparkling blacks and pristine silvers.

“Just headin’ up the trail?” the eel driver asked, through the open passenger door.
“Y-yaah, boy am I lucky you showed up, thanks for towing my car too,” he said and shifted up in the seat.
“Oh, aren't cha lucky indeed,” she said, revving the engine.
“It is lucky your cargo was practically empty,” Storm continued, “I mean what are the chances of that, with a truck, driving across…” his voice slowed, eyes peering towards the driver's seat, seeing the eel wildly tug the wheel here and there with a stale expression, the truck unaffected, carrying them straight ahead.
“… the whole dessert.”
“Aa-aahcx. Aren't-tt-t-t, c-ccha l-lu-lucky-eeeee-.” -Pptxhwth- After an array of static, the hologram driver flickered out of existence, and the encompassing boom of a feminine voice took over.
“Phahahaw, oh you most adorable fool. Did it just occur to you?” a screen flickered on, displaying a pair of radiant scarlet eyes, “my cargo was empty because you were the haul I've been looking for, ahaha~.”
Storm's expression froze, and breaking into a shout as the truck veered off course, driving into the sand; devoured by the desert.

Continued in the story above.]