Author Note/disclaimer: For any possible readers of this story i apologize. Im aware at the rush i put into this story. In the fourth it slows minutly. I do encourage the reading of all chapters. You may deem some unnecessary to the story line but i assure you they are important. I do not own the Transformers series. I do own my femmes. Blackthunder, Redtide and Eclipse are my creations. Some readers may recognive them from my dabbles in rp some may not. I ask that you refrain from the use of my characters if the ever get the inkling of a desire to do so. I thank any supportive reviewers and do warn against any unpositive reviews i may recieve. Now for my warnings. This story does or will contain : Graphic sex/interfacing,Mech/mech slash, Femme/Mech interfacing, refrences of rape, draw offs of other series, odd self made traditions, Possible femme/femme scenes in later chapters. No incest will be in my writing. I find my current subjects already bordering on ...overly inappropriate. This chapter contains muck of this. You've been warned.

And so it begins.

How Far To Fall 3 :Heated Outcomes


"Thunder-".

"No".

"But-".

She growled in warning. Our matching purple optics halted at eachother neither of us willing to back down. "Alright... Thunder ,Moony calm down" Tide's red servos pushed us further apart. I growled at my older siblings both of them recoiling at the out of place gesture " This is my choice! Im doing it" my seeker sister hit me with a leveled stare. I glared harder " Well then if your so set on it... Good luck! Last I heard their bondmates ! They probably don't want you" that... Hurt. Why did she have to go and pick at my plans one flaw? I glared at her my optics seeming alittle blurrier than before "That won't stop me from asking" she hit the table shaking our energon cubes and startling Tide and myself.

She was about to say something but I turned away clinging to Tide. She whispered words of encouragement comforting me as she did when we were young. I was livid. Blackthunder may be my sister and adoptive creator but this was a decesion I had the right to make myself. The clatter of armor against the table alerted me to my flying sisters exit. Tide held me her engine purring comfortably " It's ok sweetspark... She's just worried... She doesn't want your first to be like hers" I nodded nuzzling into Tide's full black and red chassis. She pressed a sweet kiss to my helm " Now ... You tell me all about these mechs.. I need to know I'm leaving my baby moon in the right servos" Tide was always laid back.

Wed been stuck here on Earth for four days and shed spent almost every seconed fawning over that flashy headed mech called Wheeljack. My sister delighted in the activity of teasing cute mechs. The poor mech even watched her now with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. I proceeded to tell her of the various chess games I'd played with Prowl and how Jazz had managed to get me to sing and dance. The large mechs loved music but had different tastes though they seemed to share an equal interest in my performance to their musical choices. She found that odd as well. I told her of how well they fit together and that despite the war I had woken up more than once to hear them whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Oh I wanted to have what they did. My sisters knew it and understood. Out of the three of us I was the only one whom had not been avidly sought after by mechs. Mini bots weren't unattractive but as mates they were more vulnerable to harm. No mech or femme wanted to spend their nights in a empty berth waiting for their medic to return utterly exhausted and covered in unknown mechs energon. My sisters were built with heavy chassi but despite their enhanced ability to feed sparkling and younglings never sought to conceive some of their own. I was different. I wanted to wake up in the middle of the night to a warm arm holding my close. I wanted there to be a day when my armor would destened and my chest plates swell with the signs of future life. Though the day was far off I desired that happy homely life.

The two mechs of my affections were a good start. They would teach me about interfacing and loving another. I was only to happy to learn as well. That is... If they agreed. I sighed my sister petting my helm "Best go ask... Primus knows you'll run like a turbofox if you don't do it now while you have the courage" I glared playfully hitting her in the arm. She giggled at me shooing me away " Well I'm off to bug Jackie some more" she really needed a new hobby. I watched as she approached the scientist wrapping her arms around his neck loosely and tracing his helm fin with a single digit. The shy scientist's helm fins glowing a bright pink as his coworkers watched in amusement. I chuckled at my sisters antics before excusing myself squeezing past some oddly skittish fly bots as they made their way into the recroom.

A deep desire to find my older sister overtook me. My peds carrying me to the flyer's hanger. My greeting more than a little surprising. I just fled , this not having been my first time to walk in on something like with my own siblings. I pushed the erotic scene from my mind concentrating on my trip. I had learned the short route between the rec room and my new found companions quarters early the first day I arrived. I had even managed to memorize the way to the med bay from anywhere in the ship. The designated CMO enjoyed the well trained help I offered when my sisters weren't acting like over protective creators and I didn't decide to play with my room mates. The CMO wouldn't be a bad consideration. He was an attractive mech but he didn't catch my interest like the saboteur and tactician did. Ratchet was also a bit aged and despite his medical knowledge im farely certain that an interface between us was highly unlikely due to the incompatible body types. The mere thought of the medic with his spike out caused a shudder of revolsion to roll over my frame. His assistant Fitst Aid wasn't bad though I suspected him to have severe intimacy issues and his own seals still on tact. No two sealed Cybertronians attempting to help each other wasn't very safe. The list of possibilities ran on in this base but in the end I was left with them.

Jazz and Prowl were nice and if I approached this intimate subject in the correct manner I'm sure they would have no qualms with teaching me what I needed to know. That didn't slay my fears though and as that familiar doorway appeared as I turned the corner a heavy feeling of nervousness settled in my midriff . What if Thunder was right? They were bonded and there was no guarantee they held any sort of attraction to anyone but eachother. Jazz still interfaced with other mechs but through my understanding he always sought Prowl's approval and even then it was only mechs he trusted on great degrees. What a mess. My helm shook attempting to knock the thoughts away long enough for me to key open the door. My vents quivered uneasily as I stepped in looking at Prowl who sat at his personal desk a stylus in servo. Jazz's music played softly from his speakers as he lounged comfortably on the wide padded berth we'd all been forced to share.

The berth sat in a raised platform that forced you to step up in order for you to climb onto the plush surface. The platform pressed against the wall opposite of the door. Prowl's desk pressed into the corner closest to the door the rest of the side walls lined in shelves full of datapads or discs of music. The wall to my left had a door in the corner leading to their washracks and a movie screen even closer to the door . What for they never told me. Their quarters were personal. Why was I here ohhh Primus I felt out of place. Jazz seemed to pick up on my turmoil sitting up " What's up my fiesty femme? You seem troubled" I nodded walking to the berth listening to the soft melody the human instrument called a saxaphone made. Prowl was quick to join us " What's on your processor Eclipse" I felt like a youngling having boy troubles.

I looked at them nervously my optics shuttering off "You guys like me right" they seemed stunned for a moment. Prowl pulled me into his chassis. Jazz had been equally surprised to find out his soft side . He was affectionate with me here but just like with Jazz kept up his mask outside these quarters "course we do . We wouldn't let you stay here otherwise " that was true. Frag. If this went wrong I lost not only my first two friends but a place to stay as well. Jazz smiled " Ya ,we enjoy your company. 'Sides it's not often a mech gets to say he gets to share his berth with a dead sexy bondmate and gorgeous femme such as yourself" Prowl and I glared at the saboteur before rolling our optics. The question was sitting on the tip of my glossa but still refused to come out " Am I really pretty" I was very insecure. It probably seemed as if I was fishing for compliments "Eclipse. What do you really wanna ask" Prowl was looking at me sternly seeing through my stalling. Those icy optics making me shift " My heat cycle starts soon" they just nodded . Jazz smiled at Prowl " We ain't gunna let some mech sneak in here and take your seals if you don' wan'm to" the two silver and black mechs nodded in agreement. I couldn't help but smile slightly "what do you think about... Taking my seals" the silence that crashed down on us after made my tanks churn.

My optics stayed offline but I knew they were both looking at me now. Was this rejection? Primus it hurt like the pit. Felt like a cyber snake lashing about my spark chamber and gnawing at my circuits. My optics came back online when a familiar wetness pricked at their lenses " Sorry guys forget I ask-" Jazz was the one that lashed out his servo over my mouth . Scared. His visor was predatory " Jazz she's serious... She isn't toying with us" the spy leader calmed quickly rubbing away my blue energon tears. He cooed looking at his counterpart for help " ' Clipse im sorry... Don't cry. Slaggit Prowler" I sobbed harder. Stupid! I'm such a glitch. My optics offlined as I rubbed at them " Eclipse" Prowl called to me. My helm shook "Just tell me yes or no..." my voice shook my optics onlining long enough to pierce them both with a weak glare. Jazz and Prowl seemed thoughtful for a moment looking at each other then at me. They were having a private conversation.

My impatience was getting the better of me. Prowl turned first "We" Thunder was right " are very fond of that idea" they wouldn't - wait what. My faceplates seemed frozen "W-what" they smiled at me shrugging. Jazz wiped my faceplates "Wed rather do that than upset ya. We like you Eclipse" Prowl let his engine purr shifting me so my back was against his gently vibrating chest plates. This new intimacy was uncomfortable but not unwelcome" You don't have to" I felt like scrap. They sounded as if I'd forced them to do this "Wed rather it be us than some mech you had to settle for". Damn them. Plucking at my spark cables. I settled a soft glare on Jazz . Prowl shook with laughter at my behavior " Don't be like that" I vented in defeat relaxing against him . I was starting to feel grotesquely small sandwiched between them " Thank you" Jazz purred leaning foreward to nuzzle my neck cable his servo pressed against my curved armor so he could trace the intricate design of Cybertronian glyphs mixed with a variety of distorted shapes I found complimenting. That was actually quite nice.

I pressed into that curious black servo giving into my desire. His smirk grew as he scratched under my chin "Your much like an organic cat... Fiesty but adorable" I blushed turning away from him to instead press myself into Prowl's black and silverish white armor. The tactician began to pet my armor his hands slowing to press and rub against more sensitive panels "How much experience do you have" uh oh. I shifted against him rubbing his panels as he did mine " Personal expierence, I have none . I know about interfacing. The does and donts . I just never participated in anything intimate. I was kissed once but it was forced on me so it really doesn't count" Jazz had pressed himself against my back rubbing the expanse of metal and protoform soothingly. The two mechs made hums of approval "That's fine well teach you everything. Least we know you'll be good at it" I snickered shifting when Jazz brushed over a particularly sensitive panel. They looked at my curiously " Sorry ... Tickles" Jazz nodded placing his servos on my wide hip panels .

Those long thick digits tracing transformation seams " So what would you like to learn first" what did I want to learn first? Kissing? Plate stimulation? Direct Stimulation? The interface equipment of the opposite sex? I already knew what that looked like but was curious as to how adequate my choices spikes were to their frame . Well I didn't feel comfortable going straight for the main act " Can we start off with just kissing and work our way into stimulation " that sounded oddly formal and not at all attractive. Prowl leaned foreward his metal lips one a breath away. My body grew hot with anticipation as his painfully slow decent begun. Jazz's engine reved as he watched just holding me now. Those lips fell onto mine and it was like the lighting of a match.

I shuddered against him my arms limp. His glossa teasing my lip plates drew a gasp that he took advantage of. Jazz's chassis burning hot as Prowl swung me onto the bed coaxing my own glossa into a game of teasing. The wet appendages sliding against eachother. I vaguely realized my optics had shut themselves off. My mouth far to busy entertaining Prowl's mouth to notice the pressure against my pelvic plate. He shifted and the sudden surge of beautiful friction had my frame arching against him. That ended our kiss him looking down at me with glazed optics Jazz not looking any better " For your first kiss that was" I blushed moving to sit back up . I squeaked in protest as Prowl moved away only for Jazz to take his place.

The saboteur wasted no time in molding his lip plates to mine. His armor searing against my own burning metal. Our glossa sliding and fighting for dominance that I easily let go. He shifted his body rubbing himself against my pelvic armor. My servos scrambled across his back plates latching onto a hip and shoulder plate. The kiss didn't end as he rocked against me harder my legs hooking under his aft plates. My optics refused to function again as I mewled and gasped into our still ongoing session. A deep heat concentrating itself just above my equipment tight and breathtaking. He kept the motion slowly gaining speed until I couldn't take it any longer. My back arching high as I screamed the heat in my tanks pulsing through my body. The energy surge knocking systems offline and eventually stalling my vocalizer into silence.

I stayed that way for a few moments letting my body do what it systems sluggish as I slowly rebooted my optics " Now that was awesome" my processor wasn't sure what to make of that comment . Jazz's smirk lecherous as he ran gentle teasing digits over my form " Was that your first overload?" that's what that was? I whined relaxing against the berth"That was" I trailed into a appreciative moan my mechs chuckling. Prowl leaned down pushing his mates helm out of the way to trail comforting kisses against my heated faceplates and taught neck cables. My engine purred my servos leaving the TIC to instead caress the SIC . His plating hot under the overly sensor laden pads of my digits "Primus ...Stop that" he complied moving off of me. Jazz pouted as I unwound my legs and scooted back on the berth my vents heaving and shuttering "You" I growled at them both. Their forms stiffened "Show me yours and I'll show you mine" the exchange of glances between the two gave way to their questioning minds" I'm sure... Just touching no actual interfacing yet".

That calmed them, Jazz's multicolored codpiece sliding away letting his spike spring free. That was unexpected. I looked at the TIC's cable fingering it's rounded hub experimentally. His body shuddered as I wrapped my digits around the specially crafted piece. I couldn't help my self as the tips of my digits teased the white ridges of his spike my mouth decended on shaking neck cables. There was a hiss and clank as the tactician's cover slid away. That had my attention and I abandoned my efforts on the saboteur's turgid black cable. Prowl was generously sized with girth ,his spike a solid black color unlike Jazz's black with white along the ridges. Jazz was bigger in length easily big enough to hurt me. They both were . I wasn't backing down though" My turn" they nodded looking at my panel waiting. The blue decorated piece sliding away a small stream of lubricant making it's waydown one of my thight plates. I sat on my aft legs spread giving them a full view.

This was some how oddly embarrassing now. I didn't know what to make of Prowl's servo running up my thigh plates smearing my spilled lubricant . However as his fingers stopped to rub the sensor rich protoform around my valve it didn't matter. I gasped and pressed into the touch. Jazz had sat himself farther away on the bed his own servo languidly moving on his spike as he watched. The tacticians bulky body shifted foreward pressing me to the metal bed once more. His spike resting against my hip plating as his mouth latched onto my neck cables. His servo still rubbing against my valve entrance. Prowl's face curved into an odd smirk as he slowly kissed the plates of my chest armor " Do you wish to open this for us" my body moved the armor away anyway. The noticeable marks of tight armor on protoform visible as the light grayish blue mounds surprising them "Doesn't that hurt? Why'd you get such tight chest armor " Jazz had scooted forward inspecting the sore lines. His digits tracing the marks my overly compact armor made "Their a hinderance... As a medic they used to fall into my view and on more than one occasion knock equipment over" The larger bots nodded leaning fore word to kiss and suckle my breast . That felt awkward all their fondling was gentle but it wasn't as arousing as our previous activities. Though when Jazz nipped my nib like that...

He smirked at my keen lavishing the small tube with attention. Prowl took that moment to move down my body his servo rubbing my unoccupied breast as his glossa trailed over my body. There was an odd pressure around my valve and my legs shifted apart. The pressure grew and I gasped in surprise as something slipped inside. Ohhhhhh frag what was he doing? My optics barely caught sight of the tacticians red chevron before he delved his glossa further into my valve. I really hope he was careful this was not how I wanted to loose my first seal. He made a sound of approval that vibrated my walls. I moaned pressing against his face in attempt to get more my servos finding their way to the mechs purred lapping at my lubricant as it came. The action making my shiver "Prowwlllll " the same heat from earlier knotting in my stomach. Jazz nipped the tube of my breast obviously unhappy it was not his name. I growled pulling him away from the soft mound on my chest "Jazz" I wasn't sure why but... I ghosted a servo down to his spike as my mouth latched to his. My servo tightening around the appendage and stroking firmly "Eclipse for a beginner your awfully talented" the saboteur shook as I kissed down his jaw .

Prowl was still attacking my valve getting the occasional buck or arch when I wasn't to distracted by Jazz. I was caught off guard when the larger mech stiffened grabbing my side a bit hard making me flinch. His spike twitching in my servo as transfluid leaked from his hub" Jazz your hurting me" he still seemed distant but was slowly relaxing. His lover pulled himself away from my valve looking at his sated counterpart "So soon love" he placed a kiss to Jazz's lips leaving behind a smudge of lubricant. My servo pulled away from the now depressurized spike " No offense Prowl... But I don't think it would be smart to go any further tonight" he just shifted his offline mate back on the bed closing the TIC's panel. Prowl's optics ran over my form and I giggled my plates shifting closed " Nope" he just smirked tackling me to the berth . Our playful tease becoming hot again as he thrust against my closed panel. I clung to him as we rut against eachother his form stiffening as a translucent silver liquid spilt on to my midriff armor. I lay in a slightly dazed and confused state before taking the mess into account and grimacing. Stupid mechs leaven' me to do clean up.I pulled one of my many chamois cloths out and wiped the majority of our fluids away before laying down and joining the mechs in recharge.


The next morning i woke up to the feeling of sneaking servos massaging my back and thighs. The gentle pulse of EM fields and concentrated frequency pulses making my sensors tingle pleasantly "Jazzzzz what are you doing" the chuckle I recorded was husky. My optics unshuttered and I looked over my shoulder at the saboteur coyly"What's up with you" Prowl came into view not any less aroused than his mate. That had me jumping and scurrying away " What is wrong with you-" my vents hitched as a painful surge of energy rocket through my systems. That hurt badly enough that my servos and peds slipped sending sprawled onto the berth with a pained cry. Why was it so HOT I could feel circuit boards bubbling as they melted. Though the two mechs seemed less aroused and more afraid now as I writhed in pain.

I hissed glaring at them "Medic... NOW" and with that I was clinging to black and silverish white as Prowl rushed me to the medbay. I wasn't sure what was happening but it wasn't good. My spark was flaring wildly and my circuits were moments away from literally melting with my still rising temperature. What had I done to deserve this? The large door to the med bay swung open and the red and white form of Ratchet glared at us. That glare disappeared when he saw me "Please... Circuits are melting" and immediately I was on a medical berth coolant being fed into my systems through a needle in my neck. Light after light scanning me as the medic used a variety of scanners to determine my ailment finally he stopped on a circuitry scanner "You have four cracked circuit boards in your side that help control temperature balance" I don't know how I managed that.

Last night came to mind and I blushed " Jazz gripped me there last night but-" the medic glowered at me. He placed his scanner down looking at Prowl who was looking sheepish" You three were getting hot and heavy huh" he better not answer that. The SIC flinched under our combined glares and nodded"Slaggit Prowl doesn't he know that he can't be as rough with a femme as he is with you" poor Prowlie getting yelled at on Jazz's behalf. I hissed at the medic"Leave him alone and do your slaggin' job! I'm burning over here" that glare turned to me as I panted . Finally the mech relented in our glare off opening the metal paneling of my side to reach my circuitry under the warped metal. The circuit boards in question were stuck in their holders and had to be jiggled out. The pain was sharp and left a deep ache but was a releaf to the molten lava that was burning through my wires. The four panels were replace quickly and wires reattached.

The result was instantaneous. The liquid hot pain died and a cool feeling taking it's place it felt good and the purring couldn't be stopped. Ratchet just grumbled shutting my side panel and using a pressurized machine to fix the dent in it. Prowl seemed to come into view from no where the coolant making my processor slow " Prowlie" I purred reaching for him " I wanna go back to Jazz now". He disappeared and a brief spike of disappointment had me pouting ,moments later the medic was back unhooking the coolant "If they get rough don't encourage it. They are alot bigger than you and can easily crush you" I knew this. I nodded "Yes sir. Thank you" and Prowl came back. The coolant had my limbs feeling heavy. I nuzzled the tacticians chest as hd picked me up. I vaguely realized we were moving and recognized the sound of a door opening but not much else. My systems far to cool and my new circuit boards feeding the message to warm me up a little to my system. A slight pulse if energy starting. Prowl laid me on a berth scooting on next to me " Jazz isn't here" he had a shift in the monitor room he told me two days ago. My mouth opened but Prowl anticipated my question " I took the day off . You scared me" I smiled reaching up for him and pulling him into a sweet kiss my processor cycling down. Recharge claimed me and if I felt correctly Prowl did as well.


When I woke up I wasn't sure what to make of my view. Prowl was still beside me just now on his hands and knees with Jazz between his legs. I could tell they were interfacing. It wasn't the first time id gotten a peak at it but the look on Prowl's face had heat pooling in my valve. That looked good. I giggled turning on my side to watch, both mechs startled at my state of mind. Those blue optics roving over me made me giggle more " Please don't stop I'm enjoying the show" Prowl looked mortified. I reved my engine " You look so sexy Prowler . My valve is quivering just from seeing you so hot" they both groaned my statement adding fuel to their flames. Ohh they liked it when I talked dirty" Should I take this as a learning opportunity for both self stimulation and positions" the reved Jazz pushing farther into Prowl's port.

I shivered my lower panel sliding away " ohh Jazz wonder what it would feel like if that was my port... Can't wait till my cycle . Get that spike all to myself" said mech growled pumping into the tacticians port hard. The moan from Prowl had my circuits warming up "Prowlie Ohhh dont hold back" both mechs grunted their movements picking up speed. I shifted to my hands and knees the direction, opposite of Prowl, one of my favored positions for what I was about to do. My breast plate sliding away as I let the top part of my body press to the berth. Dark blue servos massaging the breast as I shifted to watch Prowl . His face aflame with heat as he watched me in return. Jazz seemed far to content to move in Prowl's port to notice me. I smiled slipping a hand down to my own valve feeling the small droplets of lubricant at it's entrance. Blue optics shifted from mine long enough to watch me sink a digit into the small orfice.

My gasp had his engine roaring and Jazz stopped moving. My own engine rumbled as another digit snuck it's way in with the first. My valves sensors throbbing each time my metal fingers slid against them. Prowl was trembling as he watched. I was surprised when a larger servo rubbed over my aft . My optics catching sight of a glowing visor as a black digit rubbed my empty rear port " Try this one. He's an aft mech" I grinned. The now lubricated digits slipped from my valve trailing up between my legs to press deep into my tight unused port. I cried out at the slight sting but purred at the sensitivity of the never used walls. I changed my position pulling my breast from the bed and shifting back on to my knees, looking at Jazz as my digits drove in and out of my rear port. Prowl moaned when Jazz thrust into him" Good girl. Now I believe your front ones empty" both he wanted me to stimulate both?

Curious I put my free servo between my legs two digits tracing the entrance to my valve as my port sensors flared to life. The heat pooling gave way to the proximity of my end. The mechs no better as they watched my show from their angles. Those fingers slipping inside my awaiting valve had me doubling over and my legs spreading slightly wider. That was goooood. Pit. Lubricant was dripping down my fingers obscenely onto the berth. My vents struggling as the digits began to move in tandem .Jazz's visor concentrated on me making the pleasure all that much hotter. Prowl lost first with a wailing cry his transfluid hitting the berth . The tactician tensing as his body worked to take Jazz with him unsuccessfully . Finally the rigid form collapsed knocked offline from his over load. I watched as that still turgid spike pulled from Prowl's aft my form shaking . I really wanted it ...

My fingers pulled from my port and I turned around taking the position Prowl had. The saboteur was genuinely surprised at the notion" Don't ask" I was close and his stalling wasn't helping" Do it". I watched in apprehension a deep fear settling in my gut as his hub pressed against my now lubricated aft entrance. He was slow easing in . It hurt but I didn't make a sound. It seemed like millennia before he reached the barrier of my seal. He pressed against it stopping when I cried out in pain" Shhh it's ok relax" his hands massaged my back panels sending frequency waves to sooth my sensors there. His actions worked and I panted ,relaxed as he managed to push through the thin barrier. It was a sharp pain that faded when he reached a spot that had me seeing spots of white.

I moaned rocking back when he rocked foreward his servo grabbing my shoulder and the other reaching down to stimulate my abandoned valve. Our movements slow but deep. He lost first , his hot transfluid filling me causing my overload. It wasn't as powerful as I'd thought it would be though I dimly realized the TIC was having to reboot while I was fine. He pulled me up easing my digits from my valve with the servo that wasn't holding me against his upright chassis" You ok" I nodded. He purred turning my helm and kissing me "Your amazing Eclipse" what did he mean by that. He smirked "Talkin' dirty like that and then putting on a show poor Prowler had no chance" my face plated lit up. I gasped as his spike slipped from my body. There was a tickling slide of what could only be energon from my port but I'd expected that.

The sound of Prowl rebooting caught our attention and the bot was slow to pick himself up " Frag Eclipse" he looked at our position skeptically looking between my legs at the faint drip of liquid onto it's surface. The pink and silver mixture bright against the cushioned metal silver "You took her port Jazz" the saboteur nodded. The tactician didn't care "What about her valve and oral cavity" we shook our heads. He nodded looking at me "Does it hurt" I couldn't lie it did hurt now that our interfacing had stopped. The SIC smiled pulling me to him laying on his back. I was sitting on his face plates ,a ped bent at the knee joint on ether side of his helm. His glossa licking up any mess I'd made around ether of my entrances ,my whole body tense and shuddering in ecstasy. Jazz out of view as that glossa thrust deep into my rear port my back arching as I pressed more into his mouth.

Prowl growled grabbing my hip armor and sucking the escaped interface fluid hungrily. They encouraged my grinding into his glossa and thrashing wildly. Those over semsetized sensors taking me to that near point of overload. It was quick a spasmodic twitching and spasming of my walls around the invading glossa as it switched entrances quickly drinking up my lubricant as overload struck. I fell off of him shifting my legs as I fell to my side onto the berth. I twitched and gasped as the surge finally dimmed and my vents caught up to the rest of me. Prowl blushed looking at me now "I'm a very aft oriented mech and oral is..a rare treat Jazz likes to participate in" no wonder he went to town on me like that.

Jazz came into view grinning " When do you think you'll be ready to go for valve" fear curled in my gut. They got the picture and smiled " Two earth cycles and Prowl will do it" I wouldn't remember it I'd be in heat. I nodded considering it fair. Two more days of this seemed great in comparison to the endless cycles of rough heavy interfacing I'd be stealing from my 's what they were... Friends... I was just the third wheel . A deep pained throbbing ailed my spark a lost hurt look showing on my face. My mechs noticing the change "Eclipse" Prowl's voice caught my attention. My purple optics catching his blue "You ok" I just nodded numbly. Straightening myself out I layed on the berth"Ya just tired and my tanks are empty" they nodded approvingly.

Prowl layed beside me while Jazz left for energon. I loved them. They were my ideal unit. The painful throb had me curling in on myself. Thick arms wrapped around me and despite my processors warning to pull away I clung to the tactician. Such a stupid femme. Ruining an already happy relationship. I refused to acknowledge Prowl's worried calls as I trembled in anguish. They would never know . I couldn't let them know. After this heat cycle I'd ask for a new room mate. Say my good byes and let them be. However for now I'd enjoy this small bit of affection they give me. Prowl was stil fretting until I leaned up pressing my mouth to his" It's ok Prowler" no it wasn't "it's nothing"but you would never know.