Hello! I was inspired to do this the other day so here you go! I'm dedicating this story to my good friend DuskWolfAtDawn, who has a major writers block at the moment. So this story is to hopfully get her going again. I may or may not continue this it depends on if I get reviews, if people like it and if I have ideas ect. So plz enjoy and don't forget to review! :)
Chapter 1
It was pitch black out as something streaked across the night sky and crashed into the ground, leaving a good sized crater. The object that had fallen from the night sky was a cybertronian escape pod. Slowly, the pod opened, and out came the last thing any autobot OR decepticon would have expected. It was a femme! And boy was she an optic catcher! The slim femme looked around and sniffed before rubing her nasle bridge. "Where the frag am I?" She more or less asked her self. Sighing, the femme searched for a sutible alt-mode, eventually finding the perfect one. A sexy cross between a Ferrari, a Mercedes, and a Lambroghini. Even the coloring was perfect! Rich, cherry, red with black trims here and there. The femme quickly scaned the sexy car and transformed into it, admiring her sexy, new, look. Feeling satisfied with her paint job, figure, and confident that no one else was around, she transformed back into robot mode and sighed in content. Though her feel good moment was ruined when she felt her systems heat up and felt a sudden urge to mate. "Scrap! Why of all times did my heat cycle have to come now?!" The femme yelled to no one in paticular. The femme swore as her heat cycle fully kicked in. Angerly, the femme stomped her pede and yelled to the night sky. "COULD THIS DAY POSSIBLY GET ANY WORSE!?" The femme regreted saying that about two seconds later when it started pouring down rain. The femme screeched and transformed then drove off as fast as she could, eventually reaching a good sized cave. Sitting down on a some what clean rock, the femme took out a cleaning rag and began to clean th mud and rain water off of her, all the while muttering. "I had to ask! I HAD TO ASK!"
After spending a large chunk of time complaining about her paint job, about how long it took her to buff her perfect finish, and the whole about the whole situation she was in. The femme managed to get her self clean enough to where she was satisfied for now. Groaning, the femme looked around the cave and shrugged and sighed. "Its no penthouse in Iacon, but I guess it will have to do untill my heat cycle wears off. Then I will try to find help." The femme would never admit it, but she was actually scared to interface. Sure she had, had her heat cycles before, but she had, had the privacy of her home to protect her from sex crazed suitors. And now she was in a cave and in a position to where a mech could walk right in a take her virginity. Quietly, The femme curled up in the cleanest part of the cave she could find and fell into recharge, unawear of cybertronian casanova that was about a half a mile away.
Knockout grumbled to himself as he drove through the rain. "Sure lord starsream. I'll go out and check it out. I needed to spin my wheels any way. BAH! Now I'm diving through this horrible weather! Its going to take mega cycles to get the mud off! And the I'll have to re wax my self! And OHHHHHH! If I had known that it was going to be raining like this, I would hav-" Knockout paused from his rant and his 150 mph drive and reved his engine loudly. Despite the heavy rain, knockout could make out a delicious sent in the air that drove him nuts! Chuckling, knockout cloaked his signal and turned off his comunicator and drove as fast as he could in the direction of that gorgeous, feminine, smell.
A short while later, knockout arrived at the entrance of a good sized cave. He was convinced that the smell was coming from here. By now the sent was so intoxicating that knockout had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his spike from escaping its plating. Knockout quietly entered the cave and was greeted with the sight of a slim, beautiful, recharging, red and black, femme. Knockout let a handsom smirk play on his lips as he knelt down beside the femme. It had eons sense he had last seen a femme with this good of a body figure and paint job. Teasingly, knockout began to caress the fembots breast plating.
The femme awoke with a sharp, startled, gasp, of fear, there was a mech looking over her and caressing her breast plating! The femme noticed first hand the blood, red, optics he had and started to squirm an weakly pushed at the mech. The mech chuckled at this.
"Don't worry your self little femme. I'm a medic and I have the perfect remedy for your problem." The mech slyly moved a sevo down and groped her aft. "So tell me pretty femme, What's your name?" The femme gasped as she felt a strong servo grope her aft before moaning out. "I-I-I'm w-whiplash" The mech smirked and slid his hands down her slim, curved, hips. "Beautiful name. I'm knockout." And with that, knockout bent over whiplash and slid his glossa into her smaller mouth, dominating her smooth, smaller glossa. Whiplash failed to stifle a moan she let knockout dominate her glossa, all the while thinking. "Why am I letting him do this?!" Knockout broke the almost forced kiss and moved down to open whiplash's curved, perfect, legs. Knockout was plesantly greeted with the sight of a virgin valve leaking fluids every where. knockout concluded that whiplash's valve plating had come open when he started caress her breast plating. Knockout could tell that whiplash was a virgin and was now even more eager to pump his mechood into the perfect valve, but before he could, whiplash gasped and started to squirm away from knockout.
Knockout chucked and gently pulled whiplash back to him. "Ah ah ah! Your not getting away from me so easily!" Now The two lay in a puddle of moon light and whiplash could see knockout clearly. She was impressed with is finish and paint job. It was obvious that he put a great amount of time into it. Gaining confidence, whiplash fliped over to give knockout easyier acsess to her valve. At first, knockout was suprised at the bold move, but quickly shook it off as he released his spike from it prison, moaning as it throbed almost painfully. Whiplash looked up and gasped at knockout's thick, long, spike. "Primus! He's HUGE!" Knockout smirked and cuckled as whiplash stared at his spike. "You like it?" To wraped up in lust, whiplash dumbly noded. Smirking hadsomly, knockout smoothly pushed his large spike into whiplash's tight, virgin, valve, breaking her seal. Whiplash crie out in pain as she was streched open, after what seemed like forever, the great pain that whiplash felt, turned into great pleasure.
Soon the cave was filled with a symphony of mechly grunts and feminine moans as knockout pumped his spike in and out of whiplash's valve. Eventually, Whiplash lifted her head from the ground and gasped as she overloaded for the first time. Her valve clenched around knockout's spike, sending him into overload too, knockout grasped whiplash's hips as he overloaded inside of her, filling her to the brim. The two clapsed into a heap, panting while waiting for their cooling fans to catch up. Knockout pulled his still hard spike from whiplash's valve and fliped her on to her back, knockout then gently touched whiplash's chest plates and that was all it took for them to swing open, revealing her pulsing red and amber spark. Knockout quickly opened his own chest plates, reavealing his black and red spark, and leaned closely into whiplash's spark and faceplates.
Knockout gave whiplash on last handosome smirk. "See you tomorrow, gorgeous." Knockout then crashed his mouth onto whiplash's lips as he pressed their sparks together to spark merge. Sending both of the cybertronians into deep recharge, still wrped up in each others arms.
SHOOP DA WHOOP! MAH FIRST TRY AT INTERFACE! Plz feel free to tell me how I did and I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I do not own transformers, I only own my OC whiplash. Again, this is for DuskWolfAtDawn, for being a good friend and to help her get over her writers block. Thanks for reading and plz review! :)