Steeljaw looked around his band of Decepticons, laying on his belly with his helm on his servos, his tail flicking with anger. He could only imagine why his pack was disobeying him.
Fracture was sending out his minicons, and smuggling them away into his room, and not to play with their spikes and valves as he liked to do on occasion. Steeljaw supposed he could walk in and see what he was doing, but that was very Megatron of him, and if he was playing with his minicons, he didn't want to see.
Steeljaw sighed and flicked his tail again, narrowing his optics at Thunderhoof harassing Clampdown, Underbite lounging quite peacefully on a stolen mattress. He yawned, displaying a vicious set of denta before he curled back up and purred roughly.
The wolf con felt sick and he got up on his pedes and walked out, leaving his pack behind as his tail drug along the ground.
He stopped walking when he heard an engine roar, and he prepped himself in the ferns before he tackled...
"Sideswipe!" He rolled over and over with the younger mech, his optics wide as moons while Sideswipe's optics stretched as big as suns. They settled at the bottom of the forest and Steeljaw smirked as he pushed the mech beneath him and mounted his aft.
"Steeljaw! Stop! Waitwaitwait!"
"I can't wait. I've been having so much stress, so much irritations in my life. Your sweet aft can save me, but only if you let me in." He rubbed the red mech's panel, using his clawed thumb to force the aft panel open. He shoved the claw deep into his aft port, smirking when he felt the port clench. "Relax. It's just my thumb. See?" He shoved the digit into the mech's mouth for lubricant. "If Fracture were here, he'd spit on you. He loves to spit on pretty afts, work his lubricant all through here..." He forced his thumb into his aft and sighed, chuckling.
"Stop...stop, please!" Sideswipe clawed the ground. This wouldn't have happened if Bumblebee hadn't have made him pick up Strongarm's patrols as punishment! "Bad dog!" He kicked him, but immediately regretted it.
Steeljaw pinned the mech down, growling as he bit his neck and forced his face into the dirt and rotting leaves. Sideswipe whimpered, and then he went limp, whining his apologies into the forest floor.
Steeljaw needed to quickly get his spike in, but he would take his time with the brat. He loved pretty little mechs, and Sideswipe was just that: pretty, flashy...
"I wonder who your sire is..."
"I came from the Well," Sideswipe sobbed. He tried to lay still, really he did, but he kept trying to get away. This had happened to him one too many times when he was a kid, and he wasn't about to let Steeljaw be his latest frag. He was really looking forward to getting Strongarm bent over, and he couldn't do it with transfluid dribbling out of his aft and down his legs. "We-we can make a deal! I can bring you...I can bring you..."
Strongarm? Impossible. Sideswipe was basically grounded and he wasn't allowed to be less than six feet away from Strongarm as punishment.
Bumblebee? No, no. Bumblebee would kill him for leading him into a trap.
Grimlock? Here, Steeljaw, frag this. Sure, you'll spend more time either jumping for his port or trying to pin him down, but...
Fixit? Disappointing, really. Tiny, stuttery, and next to impossible to get out of the base. He wouldn't shut up.
Drift? Pffffft. Don't make Sideswipe laugh, he's trying to think!
His minicons? There you go, you've made him laugh.
Steeljaw growled down at him. "Why are you laughing?"
The image of Steeljaw playing with Drift and his minicons made tears roll down his face, and Sideswipe struggled to think properly. And then his aft port was spread wide.
"Wait! Wait!"
"I've been waiting. All you've done is try to make excuses and laugh. I'm tired of waiting. I need relief."
Sideswipe had been mounted, been forced to mount, and he had been sandwiched between a mech and a femme, but all that interfacing couldn't have prepared him for Steeljaw.
He was huge, and seeming to grow bigger and hotter the further the mech pressed inside.
"Ahhhh!" Sideswipe was still now, his processor trying to work out a possible escape plan. What could he do? What could he do besides lay there and take this abuse?
"Here comes the fun part," Steeljaw growled as he thrusted. He only got a few thrusts in before his spike did begin to expand, locking the spike in the port. Sideswipe really squirmed now, his digits digging into the ground. Steeljaw grunted and shifted over the little mech, panting on his neck and back while oral lubricant dripped down and made the little mech flinch. When Steeljaw started depositing his coding deep into Sideswipe's aft and his spike deflated, he pulled out and patted the red aft.
"You know what this means, don't you?"
Sideswipe cried gently, nodding.
"You're my Alpha Female," he growled and he nipped his audio. "Say it."
The young mech hid his face, his aft still in the air. He would have preferred that the wolf bot raped him again than he admitted he had been claimed. "I'm your Alpha Female," he rasped. He sniffed and wrote a message in the ground before Steeljaw lifted him up and carried him to the Decepticon pack.
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Bumblebee went looking for the mech, stopped his search when he found broken foliage. He trekked down to the bottom of the steep fall, expecting to find Sideswipe unconsious, but instead he found Energon, red paint chips, and Steeljaw has me written in the ground. Bumblebee regretted punishing the mech, and he cursed himself as he ran up to the road and reverted to his alt-mode. He commed Fixit and filled him in, but Sideswipe's signal was gone.
As though the mech didn't exist.
ooo
Sideswipe laid under Steeljaw's arm, bundled into his belly. Underbite guarded the door, Fracture and his minicons were lounging, and Clampdown slept with one optic open, trained on Thunderhoof, who growled occasionally in his sleep. Sideswipe knew he would never get out. And he knew that rescuers weren't coming in to save him. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he rolled over into Steeljaw, who held him closer and whispered soft, soothing words Sideswipe believed.
"It's going to be okay," Steeljaw said as he stroked his helm. "I love my little Alpha female."
