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-All Transformer characters belong to their respective organizations and groups (Which is neither myself nor Sigh-Ah) and I make no profit from this RP.-
WARNINGS: YAOI, MPreg, (Jazz/Prowl/OC), (Ratchet/First Aid/OC) Some HET couples as well, (Soundwave/OC) mentions of forced termination on pregnancy, Inappropriate use of a Cyber Hounds ALT mode
[AN: This story contains inappropriate handling on another bots ALT mode… here's a BIG hint if the alt modes are hounds… then you've been warned. But since the hounds are just another variation of Cybertronians, we are not considering it 'bestiality' for the simple fact that in their ALT modes they are coherent and more humanized. Interfacing as well. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON"T READ IT. ITS SIMPLE. Either click the back button or just scroll down till you get to something more interesting…jeez… every ones a critic…]
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~Spark bond talking (Whether split spark or from spark mates)~
"regular Speech"
If its all like this, it's either a flash back or a dream! But it will tell you which it is, so don't freak out any way.
(If it's like this, its usually in the middle of a sentence and just either an unspoken statement or information)
[AN: this is in case, either author(ess) decides to bore you with something we thought relevant… usually a joke that we had to iterate into the plot… but since you are not demented and don't have are sick twisted sense of humor, then you may not find it funny… but we did.]
SPARKLINGS:
Sire:(Jazz)xCarrier:(Gale)
Rhythm(Girl)
Optics: Blue Visor
Protoform: Solid white (Armor: White)
Frame Type: Cyber Hound
Persona: Doting and caring, this femme is a great mother hen. But not only that but she adores singing, and what helps is she's actually very good at it. Her mothering instinct is natural, even to a bot 8 times older than her and is probably derived from taking care of her cousin in the afterlife. Her only true dream is to be home with her family that she watches religiously and to sing with her Sire, Jazz.
GLASSARY:
Definition(s):
Cyber Hound(Unit): The Cyber Hound Unit is a form of law enforcement trained in tracking or hunting. They have specialties in the medical field, Narcotics, Bomb division, and Cadaver Hounds. This breed is comprised of Cyber Hound Standard breeds. No Warrior breeds were accepted as a Unit. So this classification also became known as Cyber Hound Standard Unit.
Cyber Hound(Warrior Class):This branch of hound is large. Think of them as mastiffs of their breed. They would easily peak at a large mechs chassis in their ALT modes. These beast were built to take damage and do worse. They usually had whip like tails and large broad chassis. This branch of hound had a problem with their carriers getting sparked and with infertility in a lot of its Sire males. Those few Hounds that COULD sire or carrier offspring were like the 'royalty' of this breed.
Cyber Hound(Standard): built purely for hunting and 'sniffing' out prey and known for their playfulness. This Classification is a broad spectrum of mechs and femmes alike. This Class can comprise of sprinters, hunters, trackers, and other variations.(Think of it like an AKC Kennel Club Dog show all different breeds bred for a purpose.) Most Cyber hounds were 'deactivated', supposedly due to aggression and meta instability. None were thought to remain online. However more seemed to have escape deactivation that believed.
Cyber Hound(Friend): Usually a retired Standard Unit or Breeder sent to be placed in a calm environment with a family as a pet. These hounds were usually older and very well known for their lazy personalities. Though it is said they got along well with sparklings and made great sitters when Sires and Carriers when they were away.
Cyber Hound(Breeder): Cyber Hound Breeders were notorious for being capable of being sparked without a bond or bond mate. This bizarre and strange discovery gained the Cyber Hound breed capable of this bizarre task a derogatory title as 'breeder' this breed looked different than most hounds as they looked more like a Cyber Wolf in build but were surprisingly smaller in stature. (they usually could barely reach just above a large mechs mid-thigh) Most Cyber Hounds, though loyal to a fault to their Handler, hated the term 'breeder'. The bizarre capability of 'breeding' and not Bonding was the beginning of the end for ALL Hounds. After the discovery of their ability, the 'high council' of Cybertron grew to fear the working Unit breeds as a threat and decommissioned their construction and creation, demanding all Cyber Hounds be rounded up and 'retired' from service. The general public was informed that the retired hounds known as friends would not be harmed merely placed in a better environment but no hound species was spared the fate of decommissioning.
Handler: A handler is the 'owner' of a Cyber Hound unit.
Equipment (collar): All cyber hounds are 'collared' with a tag of 'rank', 'name', 'handler', 'Specific Task they are built to perform',and ID VIN number
Spark Mate: a Spark mate is a mate that one has chosen to merge their spark with, once merged Cybertronians can become sparked by the other they merged with.
Spark Bound Mate: This is a mate that you were supposed to be destined to live with. Your sparks are naturally compatible. Upon first contact with a Spark Bound Mate a tattoo will appear upon the two frames, each Cybertronian may have a tattoo in a different location, and located ANYWHERE on the frame (not limited to on the glossa, neck, leg, servo, pede, etc…) This does not mean you are FORCED to mate and merge with your S.B.M. it just means you'll always have an attraction to them in your spark.
***Cyber Hound- Chapter 7 ***
+Time Skip 4 Months+
Ryder glared at his twin, Gale glaring right back. The silver twin had his servos on his hips and said hips canted to the side, standing above his brother. "I refuse." The dark blue growled with a curled lip.
"TOO FRAGGING BAD! You've been purging your tanks off and on for the last half month! I know you dislike the Vet-"Ryder began but was cut off by Gale.
Gale snarled and bared his fangs at his brother. "No, I dislike that slagging wrench he carries on him constantly! I know he slagging waits for an excuse to use it on me!" He snapped at his twin not caring if his voice rose in volume, his frame trembling lightly at a bad memory and dented helm.
Ryder smirked rather smugly looking down at his brother. "I don't seem to have a problem with it..." He crossed his arms with a fleeting thought of a dream came to mind.
Gale turned to face him, his tail lashing back and forth in irritation and his ears pinned back. "That's 'cause you freaking became his lap hound and cuddle with him when he's lonely and whenever Track is with Soundwave!" Gale mocked his twin by making a smoochy face.
Ryder looked affronted but shrugged anyway. "Yeah, so?" He put his servos on his hips and leaned a little more heavily on his left foot. "What's wrong with that, not like it isn't mutual, I mean we get lonely, okay? Besides we aren't doing anything promiscuous... and even if we were, Ratchet's a good mech and knows what to do to help others. Not to mention he always has an abundance of treats and back scratches" Ryder rushed out his faceplate heating up slightly, before looking at his brother with a sidelong glance, scratching at his nose ridge shyly. "Look maybe you're sparked? You, Jazz and Prowl went at it for nearly a week straight, that's more than Petro Rabbits! Maybe your Breeder coding turned itself on? And by my calculations there's a 33.45% chance that it was turned on by you on accident during an interface, 22.78% chance it turned itself on and a 43.77% chance that you naturally sparked with their transfluid alone considering how many times they ejaculated into yo-"
"ENOUGH!" Gale yelped his faceplate heating up as he looked away from his bucket to look helplessly at his twin. Carefully clearing his vocals he continued with a softer and more controlled volume. "Th-that's improbable, and highly unlikely. I bet it is merely a small virus or bug that my systems have yet to finish battl-" Gale was cut off as he retched again into the side basket once more. Half processed blue and yellow looking energon landing into the bin.
"Is it 'cause First Aid isn't here yet? He is still another day or so away till his ship and the others can get here and into orbit... unless he managed to get a ship with hyper drive in which he will be here with the next couple of hours, but by my calculations-" Ryder slowly knelt down to rub his brothers shuddering back struts trying to sooth the heaving vents as his brother panted.
The Dark blue mech took a shaking intake before shaking his head. "Please Ryder no more calculations! I just wish to rest. Don't worry 'bout me I will be up and about in a little while...just don't tell anyone, okay?" Gale almost pleaded as he stood on trembling legs and went to his berth where he promptly collapsed face first and his legs flopped down beside him dramatically as he groaned miserably.
Ryder sighed as he went to the door glancing back at his brother on their berth with a worried look. "Okay, but the others will notice you are not up as early as usual. I'm tellin' ya...and if the Hatchet finds out you've been purging for a week straight without medical attention he will dismantle ya." Gale grumbled something unintelligible so Ryder sighed sadly and left their shared room.
(-_-) Ever head of a line break? Well I'm one of them…(-_-)
Prowl groaned and rolled over on his berth... he really needed to see Ratchet but he wasn't willing to bother the busy medic when he was with another. Every time he thought he might get a moment with the medic someone with something wrong came in. So he kept putting it off. The others were more important, as they were frontliners and always in battle against the Cons. Prowl was merely an 'as needed' mech much like Jazz. So his 'ailment' could wait for the medics attention...so he had told himself, but with each purge and nauseating moment of the day he second guessed himself...he just hope he didn't get a virus from his various activities with his two mates... Prowl sighed... now he really felt bad, what if he had given them a virus?
He was getting to the point of being paranoid. What on Cybertron could be wrong with him and why did his armor feel so tight and itchy?! He complained mentally slowly staggering towards the door.
Prowl had just made it out the door and halfway down the hall before his processor suddenly pitched sideways in a spinning motion and he collapsed on the ground feeling far too weak to stand. His optics offlined and the room went black as his body went into a temporary medical reboot.
Jazz was just returning to his and Prowls shared quarters when he saw the black and gold slumped awkwardly against the wall just a few yards from their room. "Prowler, ya ok?" Jazz asked worriedly as he picked up pace and knelt beside his mate. "Gale's been actin' weird too, ah think ya both need ta-." Jazz had just pulled his mate in his arms and held him when he realized he was offline. ~You stupid fragger. You should have gone to Ratchet!~ Jazz snarled through the bond. Jazz took it upon himself in that moment to take Prowl to Ratchet. He just hoped Gale could wait. He'd force him to go next.
Gale was just about to go off line into recharge when-
~You stupid fragger. You should have gone to Ratchet!~
Gale lurched into a sitting position his optics wide. ~Jazz? Is everything okay?~ He questioned softly and weakly to his mate through the same bond the other had just spoke through.
~Prowl jus' went offline. He's been purgin' constantly but didn't want ta bother Ratch. Ahm takin' 'im in now.~ Jazz grumbled.
Gale felt his face go red with anger. ~What?! He hasn't said anything to me...is he okay? I'm in route now!~ It was almost comical how fast his mood shifted from anger, to worry.
~he should'a gone sooner.~ Jazz griped. "Ratch, we need yer help. Prowl's been purgin' his tanks n' now he's gone inta stasis." Jazz rushed as he entered med bay with the limp mech.
Ratchet cursed as he stood from his console to quickly prepare a berth for the unconscious mech. Once done he instructed Jazz to set the mech down and began to hook him up to a few monitors. Once one of the scanners went off, Ratchet grabbed a separate cord and hooked it to himself when his optics brightened in surprise. "Prowl is fine, he is merely sparked. With twins, might I add from these readings." Ratchet told the white mech.
Gale was staggering out of his room as quickly as he could and headed towards med bay. Before entering the room he collected himself ensuring that no one could see how ill he felt. When he entered he looked like his usual snarky self.
"Sparked? ... Well that's fantastic!"
Gale had just walked in to hear Jazz's statement and he froze before all but running over to the berth and glomping onto his other mate who had just started to online.
Slowly one optic onlined, then the other just a little slower as Prowl hesitantly reached up to hold his hound mate. Confusion on his exhausted faceplate. "Wha-? What's going on? Where am I?" Prowl half slurred half grumbled as he rubbed at Gales back gently, comfortingly.
When Prowl looked down to see a dark blue tail wagging excitedly Gale almost chirped happily. "Prowl you're sparked! Isn't that great?! We're gonna be sires, Jazz!" Gale said happily turning, to Jazz and hugging him as well. Suddenly Gale slowly pulled away, his happy smile having fell into a sad; almost scared look. "Wait...what if..." He looked between the two mechs fearfully. ~what if nobody excepts them cause they are part Cyber Hound?~ he said through the bond sadly. Images flashing through the bond of him screaming in pain begging for mercy as a mech extricated the sparkling from his chassis. He shivered and hugged himself afraid all over again for his small family.
Prowl sat up and glared at Gale. "Even if no one else does, we will love and cherish them and that's all that matters as long as we have Jazz and each other we will manage...right Jazz?" It was meant to sound like a statement but it came off as a question as he looked to the white mech.
"Absolutely." Jazz agreed. As he pulled both mechs into a tight and reassuring embrace.
"Not to interrupt the moment, but I know Prime and his family will love them." Ratchet added whimsically as he began to unhook Prowl from the scanners.
Jazz slowly released his hold and looked at Gale worriedly when he noticed how pale the hound looked. "Are you feeling better, Gale? You were sick for a while too." Jazz asked.
Gale glared at his mate then at the medic. ~Big mouth!~ He snapped at his mate. Before trying to dodge the lunging servos of the medic who suddenly grabbed for him. He was trying his hardest to keep away from the suddenly furious looking Medic. Yelping, Gale tried to make for the door to get away but a wrench flew through the air and landed sharply on the hounds helm sending him sprawling to the floor where Ratchet pounced him and grabbed his ankle dragging the snarling and growling hound to the berth beside Prowl.
Prowl grinned along with Jazz as they realized that Gale looked like a wild animal with its foot caught in a trap. The hound struggled to curl up and bite at the servo holding his pede up in the air and out of the hound's reach of his fangs. Then the hound turned to his own leg and was just about to sink his teeth into the armor to gnaw his pede off when another strike from a wrench sent him limp and to the floor in a daze.
~He really hates the vets, and medics, huh?~ Prowl chuckled to Jazz who nodded in answer.
Ratchet tossed the dizzy and limp hound onto the berth and began to hook him to the scanners, quickly and efficiently, scanning him. Just as the machine went off and Ratchet looked up to read the data he saw Gale snarling at him silently from his place on the berth. Ratchet huffed and pointed the wrench accusingly at the hound. "Don't look at me like that, pup. You're sparked too." Ratchet told Gale as he slowly unplugged the hound from the scanners and the medic set to work between the two carrier and hooking them up to an energon drip for a little extra nourishment.
~Good thing ah did open mah big ole mouth~ Jazz teased his mate with a jovial grin.
Gale smirked moodily as he stood off the berth after having waited for the drip to empty. "heh!" was all he exclaimed before his CPU crashed, falling right into Prowl's arms which he had outstretched just in time.
"Now wait a slagging minute! I demand a rescan! If Gale and I are sparked why aren't you!?" Prowl said jabbing a digit at the white Porsche. "And how in the frag do you expect us to take care of 3 sparklings! We haven't even moved in to a single location yet!" Prowl grumbled out glaring at his white lover as he struggled to keep the dead weight in his arms.
"You're both having twins." Ratchet told him over his shoulder ignoring the crashed hound. "And besides Jazz is more 'mechly' than you two. So I doubt he was sparked a carrier and I doubt he had his seals removed from his gestation tank to enable him to carry." Ratchet grumbled as he began to update the two carriers' medical charts.
Jazz rubbed his face. "Four sparklin's. We're gonna have ta find a bigger place." He said seriously.
Prowl screwed up his faceplate and glared at his online mate...online...not for long. It was obvious in the way his optics darkened from blue to almost purple...the mood swings from pit had hit!
Prowl laid Gale on the berth before storming to Jazz's side his finger pointing accusatorially at the mech. "Great now there's 4! Not one. Not two. Not three, but FOUR! That means every few hours somebot's gonna be up to a sparklings' cry but not ONE no! NO! Never just one but FOUR-" The rant carried on till Prowl literally was out of breath...out of breath but not out of words.
"Ah'll get up, alright?!" Jazz yelled, not realizing it was a mood swing. "It's not mah fault alone, ya both agreed ta the multitude of merges. None of us knew that ya'd get sparked immediately! Now we do!" He said as he looked away from the black and gold mech, angry that the other was trying to pin this solely on him.
Prowls visor went from purple to almost turquois. He retracted into himself from the mech, pulling his previously pointing finger back into his chassis. Prowl took a step back looking like Jazz had slapped him. "You… yelled at me..." He whimpered rather pathetically before turning tail and dashing out of the room just barely missing a head on collision with Ryder who had just turned the corner down the hall.
Ryder jumped out of the way a look of confusion on his face as he saw oily tears streaking the others face. Sticking his head into med bay he looked around for a minute trying to assess the damage. "Should I come back later?" he asked cautiously. His ears swiveling about listening intently.
Ryder walked in just as Jazz carried his twin out forcing Ryder to back pedal out the door backwards to get out of the way. "Is he okay? I didn't kill him by not forcing him to come to Ratchet sooner did I?" Ryder asked almost scared as he dropped a few data pads he had for the medic. His tail hanging limply and his ears pinned back lightly in worry with a deep concerned frown on his faceplate as he whined sharply.
"You're twin is fine. Just sparked. And Prowl is mad at me cause he's sparked as well. We're going to have four sparklings." Jazz growled, still upset. Jazz didn't understand what was wrong. Gale hadn't been like this before, why was Prowl now?
Jazz was still angry but carried the unconscious hound to his and Prowl's quarters where he laid Gale on the berth and then locked himself in a spare room. He thought he could handle two mates. He loved them both so much but he feared it may be too much for him. He should have started off dating them instead of going straight to interfacing and bonding. It only led to more stress between them. He buried his face in his hands and tried not to think. ~I'm sorry~ he whimpered over their bond.
Prowl sat in the wash room his knees to his chassis when he heard Jazz apologize. Something within him ached to reach out to him and accept the apology, but another part mulishly denied him, instead settling to pout like a child and ignoring his mate.
Gale, who had onlined when placed on the berth, looked in the direction Jazz had gone, a frown on his faceplate. Carefully standing, he went to the door Jazz hid behind. "Jazz? I think it best if I explain what you have to look out for in a carrier? Would that help maybe?" Gale offered up, his spark breaking in two at his hurting mates,. From his angle he felt what both felt and it was upsetting him terribly... and his tanks. His engine gave a soft whine and he tried to choke back another purge. He leaned against the door with his back needing to feel the other at least one of his mates.
~Ya, Gale.~ He said almost pleading with the hound to help him understand as he looked at the closed door where he knew Gale was waiting for him.
Gale sighed. "Listen Jazz, some carriers have huge mood swing when carrying. Due to changes in the frame, so we can easily be aggravated, easily upset, and hurt. It's nothing against our mate(s) it's just that we can't control it. I wasn't far enough along last time for mood swings to have taken full effect hence why you barely noticed me acting different." Gale continued on and on about late night cravings, mood swings, often purgings' which oddly enough he even mentioned that in some bots its way worse than others, and usually for most it's the worst in the first sparking...since this was Gales second sparking he hopefully could contain himself at least a little better. "All you have to do is be patient...that should be easy for you, you're a fragging ninja!" Gale exclaimed teasing playfully at his mate the whole while he kept sending reassuring pulses to both his mates trying to get them both to settle down. The situation was making him nervous, and with it he kept shifting under his armor anxiously.
"Thank you, Gale." Jazz smiled as he stood up and opened the door Gale was leaning against. The hound ended up falling into the white mechs chassis and he chuckled. The white ninja hugged his mate, nuzzling him with affection even as Gale yelped and struggled for a moment confused on how he went from vertical to an awkward angle with something restraining him till he noticed the white arms and he relaxed completely. ~Prowl, please come here. I'm sorry. Let's do something fun, alright?~ Jazz begged over the bond.
Gale smiled and nuzzled into his mates embrace wrapping his own arms around him. "Fun? What do you have in process in that little CPU of yours?" Gale asked coyly with a sly grin.
"A strip game. Humans do it. We'd lose all our armor in the end." Jazz laughed.
Prowl sniffled pathetically before opening his door and heading towards Jazz's spare room, having calmed down enough not to bawl or yell anymore. His visor just a watered down blue as he approached the room stiff legged. After all… Jazz did beg him.
Gale pulled away from Jazz a shocked look on his faceplate..."A what?" he asked incredulously, his face heating up slightly. Prowl walked onto the room just in time to see Gale look at him ~Prowl...RUN Jazz is horny again!~ He said dramatically, and if you weren't used to his mannerisms you would have been fooled into believing he was serious.
~Who knows maybe we can spark him this time.~ Prowl teased back with a grin.
"Ah don't think ah can get sparked." Jazz told them with a suggestive grin he added. "Ya can try though. Ah wouldn't mind. But can we play the game first?"
Prowl and Gale both gave a pouty look at their mate but looking between themselves they nodded in agreement. "Okay since your all into human culture...teach us." Prowl said smiling as he sat on the edge of the berth.
"Very well. Whatever game we choose, if someone loses or draws a bad card, you strip a piece of armor. The one with more armor by the end wins. And yes, I am horny." Jazz explained happily.
Prowl and Gale looked shocked...they had been expecting something that would get them armorless much quicker but a card game? That seemed all too fair and easy... unless their mate cheated! Both Gale and Prowl smirked answering in tandem. "Fine, if we win then you feed sparklings on night duty!"
"And if ah do, ya both have ta put on a sexy show for meh." Jazz taunted. The white mech could be just as sneaky sometimes.
Prowl and Gale looked at him before shuttering their optics... "Show? What kind of show could we honestly put on?" Prowl said with real confusion, after all the words 'sexy' and 'show' did not seem compatible when he was involved. Gale just as disturbed nearly bust out in static laced laughter as he imaged himself and Prowl trying to dance provocatively on a pole...the image was laughable indeed.
"The best kind. Ya've heard of pole dancin', Prowler? Pleasurebots are real good at it." Jazz teased. As if he knew a secret that Gale did not.
This time Gale couldn't contain himself, he busted out into deep static laced laughter. "How did I know?" He choked out with a huge grin on his face.
Prowl on the other servo looked very nonplussed and just stared at his Porsche mate with a deadpanned look. "No… Seriously what kind of show?" He asked again not believing his lover was serious.
Gale wiped at his optics still trying to control himself...he froze when he noticed a glint in his older lovers optics. "...wait...your serious?" he asked incredulously his ears perking forward with realization.
Jazz sent his lust and want over the bond just to prove how serious he was. Not disappointed in their responses.
Prowl and Gale both doubled over suddenly their optics off lining as lust surged through their circuits. Gale put up a digit, asking for a moments reprieve. "Please Jazz, I think I speak for us both when I say... you can't just drop a live bomb on us like that then send such a strong feeling through the bond...you know that nearly fritz's Prowl every time." Prowl moaned deeply his fans roaring to life as he fell to his side trembling with need on the berth they had settled on.
Jazz chuckled evilly. "Oh, ah know just how sensitive Prowler's glitch is. Ah also know ya'd both like ta see meh do the dance. How 'bout this. Even when ya lose, Ah'll dance first, then ya two can choose who goes next?"
"Boulder, Sword, Parchment?" Gale suggested looking at Prowl.
Prowl smirked. "If we are to use an earth tool to humiliate each other, let us use the earth game to decide losers. Rock, Paper, Scissors it is then!" Prowl smirked evilly...he was a tactician and he had no doubt that he wasn't going to lose. The only mech in the room with a chance at beating him was Jazz and you could bet your bottom credit he was going to give his mate a run for his credits. Both Gale and Prowl readied their fists. "Ready? Set. GO!" both Prowl and Gale began the 'battle' of the century on whose dignity went first.
Jazz watched with very entertained optics. Even though he was blind, he could see the shapes of things well enough. [AN: okay heads up Jazz is blind but think him capable to see shapes by using processor over matter okay? Like Toph from The Last Airbender. Keep up guys… keep up!]
True to his processing, Gale lost epically at 3/0. Prowl stood smugly. "Looks like even if Jazz does win and we have to dance for his entertainment, I will get the most pleasure from seeing what you can do with that tail of yours." Prowl said smugly.
Gale grumbled a few obscenities under his breath. "Whatever, are we gonna play or not?" he snapped with no real bite.
"Then we can watch you shake that aft, Prowler." Jazz teased. "What game are we playing?"
Jazz, turned on some lights so his armor would gleam. That might distract his mates. 'Oh well.' Jazz thought smugly.
Gale smirked and Prowl seemed to pale. "What? No aft shaking from me, Gale lost he-"
Gale smirked. "Hey Jazz? We were fighting to see who would dance first, right?" he teased his black and gold lover, the mech's engine sputtering sadly with indignation.
"Jazz, slaggit turn the lights off. That's cheating!" Prowl snapped instead.
(-_-) Ever head of a line break? Well I'm one of them…(-_-)
Ryder listened through the door to where his brother had been taken then pulled away with a confused look. He could hardly hear anything even with his sensitive hearing! He transformed and padded down the hall, he had some questions for Ratchet! Without thinking about it he picked up the data pads for the Medic and carried them in his mouth... Wet... Slobbery... Teeth infested mouth...the data pads stood no chance as his oral fluids leaking into the intricate circuitry.
He padded into the med bay with a smile and wagging tail standing on his hind legs he spat the data pads out onto Ratchets table looking rather pleased with himself. His tail wagging happily as he yipped to gain the red and whites' attention.
"Ryder, the data pads are damaged!" Ratchet exclaimed in horror when he looked them over. "What happened?" He said in exasperation.
Ryder paused in his happy façade to look at Ratchet. His tongue having previously been lolling out of the side of his mouth froze and he looked at the medic almost curiously, he did something wrong? "I apologize Ratchet I didn't mean to damage them...I wasn't thinking-" Ryder said apologetically his ears falling to the side as his head drooped, his wagging tail stilled before tucking into his side. I wasn't trying to hurt them honest! I just feel more natural in this form and this form doesn't have servos and-" Ryder began to ramble...he always rambled when he felt like he was in trouble and became nervous.
Ratchet pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kid, quit talking. You're lucky they weren't that important. Next time, use your bipedal mode.
Ryder nodded slowly inching over towards Ratchet. When he reached his side he sighed heavily placing his large head onto the medics lap with the large ex-vent. His round 'doe' optics staring at the medic pleadingly. Tail wagging back and forth occasionally. This wasn't uncommon for the hound to take such a posture just being close to the medic made him happy.
The silver hound sat there waiting...waiting... If he was patiently enough the medic would normally spoil him with an Energon goody... Gale, Prowl, Jazz, and even Track herself had told the medic that it was bad for him to eat the treats in excess but for some unknown reason (he couldn't place) the medic still gave him the delicious treats. Of course Ratchet had also said back to them something about him being a physician and knowing what was bad and what was good for a bot…so there wasn't much room to argue with considering no one else was a licensed Medic or MediVet.
After a moment with still no treat Ryder vented another very large sigh then waited again like a child...he waited and waited again... okay now he was getting irritated... Venting a larger louder sigh than before he let a high pitch whine escape his vocals as he gently licked the medics hand that was resting in his knee and over the hounds head. A large paw came up to lay by his muzzle as he tried to look even more pathetic than usual.
Ratchet lowly chuckled, the sound layered with lust that the innocent hound didn't recognize. He rubbed Ryder's helm, over his back and to his tail. One digit prodded closer to the hounds aft than any of his others, testing his boundaries. "Ryder, tell me what you want. You're not a pup anymore." He said just barely containing the thick gruffness from his voice.
Ryder's optics darkened with a familiar feeling… but he hadn't felt lust in so long that it mixed with confusion and made him dizzy with uncertainty but he tried to remain professional for Ratchet's sake. "R-atchet I... I was hoping for a treat." He stuttered as he started blushing when he felt a digit prod him closely again. As a hound their ports and other 'sensitive' hardware were bared to the world, with the exclusion of their spikes which could be retracted into a 'safe cover'.
This whole 'bared for the world thing' was because hounds were not considered civil enough, and were 'barbaric' by Cybertronian standards, so they did not require coverings…However the tail made a great substitute so this didn't bother the hounds too much… unless one was publicly humiliated by becoming aroused, only to be made a joke of.
Ryder had seen it done to another breeder once. She had a crush on her handlers' friend and he had purposefully aroused the hound unit in her alt mode where she couldn't hide her dripping port… When her handler discovered this he had then restrained her tail so she couldn't tuck it and then commanded that she bare her port to all who walked by… the femme had been so traumatized, she had become a recluse and later deemed 'broken'… they had decommissioned her and sent her to the smelter all because of that fragger! His tail stilled in its wagging and he just barely withheld a shiver of anger.
"What kind of treat, young one?" Ratchet asked, prodding closer once more and that snapped the hound back to his situation.
Ryder gasped his body tensing as he looked at the medic. "I-I was h-hoping that I was deserving of an Energon goody." He panted out his smaller frame heating up rather quickly. His paw dropped away from the medics' lap in order to try and steady himself from falling over as his legs began to tremble. His helm nuzzled deeper into a seam in Ratchet's side knowing it was a sensitive place for the medic, well next to his hands of course. It wasn't meant to be arousing just attention catching.
"What if I could offer something better?" Ratchet asked, prodding the hounds' port lightly. This was the moment where the hound either accepted or denied his advances.
Ryder wasn't exactly the smartest Cyber Hound out there, actually he would consider himself bordering on dense or dumb even. Granted he was street smart, but he didn't take clues or suggestions well. Normally they went over his helm so fast it left his CPU spinning. So when Ratchet offered something better than an Energon goody it had the Hounds tail wagging again and faster, knocking the servo away playfully.
The feeling of heat leaving his systems easily enough when his fans kicked on lightly cooling him down gently. Some mechs would have been embarrassed by their fan kicking on, but Cyber Hounds had more than one purpose for their fans it was a way of showing excitement, lust, anger, even depression as their frames heated up dramatically in such situations, so with his fans on he never worried about overheating, whatever the cause may be.
"Better than an Energon goody? Is it a rust stick? I love rust sticks!" Ryder yipped excitedly Transforming into his bipedal mode and pouncing onto the medics lap like a small child, straddling the white thighs of the larger mech his tail wagging back and forth excitedly. He began to paw at the medics sub space where he usually kept the teats. "Please? I was a good hound, right? Please? I want my treat!" Ryder all but pouted childishly looking at the medic. When the medic made no move give him a treat he frowned and looked at the medic.
Ratchet rolled his optics and gripped the hound's panel, squeezing firmly as he forced the small frame up higher and kissed him. Forcing his glossa into the units' mouth when the denta parted in a gasp. Ratchet's glossa lashed out at the smaller glossa playfully and sucked it into his mouth where he bit it lightly. His tongue then dove back into the hot mouth to play with the hounds' denta, the four sharper canines clicked lightly on his tongue as if to keep him from reentering the mouth or in confused warning. Pulling back he grinned, still not releasing the hounds round silver aft, the hounds small size brought his codpiece to Ratchets lower chassis and that just barely made the two mechs optic to optic. "You understand now, pup?" he chuckled when he noticed Ryder was flushed and breathless.
Ryder went stock still for a moment before melting into the older bots grip. His faceplate heated up and his tail went from its furious waging to a very slow lazy swish. "I-...I think so but I'm not so sure... could you explain it a little better? You know, I'm not very good with explanations but I do great with hands on." Ryder's faceplate felt like it would melt...Ratchet liked him...and was willing to...willing to do something to him?! Whether it was a relationship or just an interface he'd take what was given to him if only from this one mech.
Ratchet smirked and kissed down the cute hound's neck. He nibbled on his wires, going lower down his body. The red and white felt a rush of extreme lust when the frame beneath him heated up exponentially. He lift the silver aft higher with ease as he trailed nips and licks down the slender frame. Then Ryder was practically sitting on his servos and he steadied himself with Ratchet's shoulders as he trembled and mewled. When the medic reached Ryder's panel, he gave a strong nip across where the hounds spike was hidden away. "How's that, for ya?" he asked teasingly gently putting the hound down onto his lap once more.
Ryder had yelped in surprise when he was nipped a little more firmly and his aft was squeezed firmly as large digits tried to work their way into the small space between the hounds' hardware and his panel.
Ryder was just about to open his panel for the medic but froze his optics off lining before on lining slowly. "Rat-Ratchet wait!" He whimpered and pushed away from the larger mech, his body still running hot and fans still buzzing with need. "You don't want me, trust me! I'm not experienced with this kind of thing, though the prospect is endearing you wouldn't want me." Ryder whimpered softly. 'My seals are still intact...if he sees them he'll mock me for my virginity just like the others that found out I was still sealed.' Ryder thought to himself his optics downcast as he tried to extricate himself from Ratchet's arms and servos.
"You think I don't know?" Ratchet stated suddenly making Ryder pull back embarrassingly. "Of course I do. I know a fresh bot when I see one. I'm a medic, aren't I? We're taught to know the signs of a sealed bot. It has its uses; helping patients that have been sexually assaulted, or are nervous around sexual advances… and picking out great mates..." He purred softly as he nuzzled Ryder's neck.
Ryder looked at Ratchet, his optics stark white and a shudder of lust ran through his frame, Ryders' panel retracted revealing his sealed spike housing and valve. His silver thighs parted but trimmers still racked his frame softly. He glanced at the medic and just barely restrained a moan at the lust he saw in the others optics. He had never felt like such a prey animal before.
Ryder looked away, not sure what to expect, from this point out. Anticipation was top of his list, but fear, and uncertainty were definitely up there as well. "Is...is it normal...to be scare- I-I mean nervous your first time?" he almost whimpered when he said 'scared' he really didn't want a potential 'mate' thinking him a coward or that he feared the mech.
"Yes. You know, it hurts at first. But there will be pleasure I will ensure that. Some mechs are so good, their mate never feel the pain at all." Ratchet explained honestly feeling a little guilty when the hound trembled again in slight fear of the pain to come.
Ryder vented hard his trembling almost completely ceasing as he steeled his cables. "O-okay...if you will teach me, I will learn." He said almost as if he was being punished and not pleasured. It wasn't that he wasn't excited...he was just very nervous after all Jazz had taken Gale's seals and the hound had said it hurt like a mother board.
(-_-) Ever head of a line break? Well I'm one of them…(-_-)
Gale suddenly gasped aloud and his optics brightened. He let a deep snarl loose in anger as feedback came from his brothers bond. "MEDIC!" He snarled standing off the bed and beginning to make his way towards the door.
Prowl growing silent as he looked at his mate in confusion. "Gale? What's wrong?"
Gale tried but couldn't verbally speak so instead forcing images through the bond. There was an image that lasted longer than the others. It was Ratchet standing over and between two small silver legs, spread out and inviting the other in. The medic wore a lustful look and seemed like he was moving in for the kill.
Gale transformed his fangs bared as he growled lowly... that medic was going to deseal his brother over his offlined body!
If Prowl had been anyone else and had less control he would have reeled back and clawed at his optics screeching about the pain the image brought and how his CPU would surely force his memory banks to purge the image... but seeing as he was Prowl he just winced. "Gale? Maybe you're jumping to conclusions? If Ryder is willing let him have his fun. Jazz, try and talk some sense into him!" Prowl said getting off the berth and grabbing at the thick neck cables that made up the units neck and hackles.
"Gale, how do ya know if Ratchet isn't the mech Ryder wants? People made fun of us when we grew close, ya don't wanna do the same ta yer own brother, do ya?. Let him choose. He looked quite willin ta meh." Jazz reasoned with a smirk.
Gale stopped mid struggle and turned to look at Jazz. I would never! I-...I just don't want his spark broken." Gale replied slowly turning around and trudging back to his mate on the berth, tears forming in his optics.
-Uh-oh Jazz I realize what this is...it's a mood swing!- Prowl cautioned his other mate via com so that their mutual mate in need didn't hear him.
"It's ok, Gale." Jazz said, pulling his small mate close as he transformed and clicked softly. "Ryder wouldn't let a mech take advantage of 'im. He'll be fine." Jazz reassured rubbing his mates back soothingly.
Gale whimpered and snuggled into the white chassis he tensed when the sound of different sized pieces of armor began falling to the floor. Gale turned to see Prowl undoing his armor, face flushed blue in humiliation and embarrassment. His visor were off and his face set in a manner that made it obvious he was trying to detach himself from the scenario in order to please his upset mate.
Slowly Prowl vented a deep breath and onlined his gold optics behind his blue visor. Looking around the room he noticed that there as no 'pole' for him to dance on so instead he grabbed his chair that sat by his work desk and pulled it to the middle of the room. His slim protoform bare to the world and resting behind the thin glass casing was his spark... a spark that triangulated with two more, much smaller sparks. "Gale, this better be making you feel better, if not I will reprogram you to be an Energon dispenser." Prowl teasingly moaned at his mate.
Gale's mouth plate fell open when he saw Prowl very expertly thrust his hips against the back of the chair. Prowl was moaning as he did the splits downwards and rolled his hips in a provocative way, his port glistening with a small amount of lubricant. 'Well at least it's obvious he's enjoying himself, even if he's denying… the port don't lie…' Gale thought to himself with a smirk.
~if you ever tell anyone...I will personally off line you both!~ Prowl hissed through their bond completely fooling them. He looked fragging hot but he sounded fragging pissed off and very uncomfortable.
"I think Jazz will agree with me that no one would believe us even with documented evidence." Gale moaned as his fans kicked on to cool his suddenly heated frame. Prow released his spike from is housing with a smug grin and he rotated his hips again as he swatted in front if the chair, his spike bouncing towards his abdominal plating with each thrust of his hips. Gale thought he was about to fritz as he forgot how to breathe at the show before him.
"Did I forget to mention Prowler is an expert at this?" Jazz added as he rubbed Gale's thighs, creating more pleasure for the now mewling hound who began to buck under the ministrations.
Prowl smirked his eyes growing lustful as he sauntered up to his mates going to Jazz he made quick work of the bulky armor. His tan servos rubbed feather light caresses over the naked, corded metal beneath.
Gale groaned and bucked up into Jazz's touches. "That should be illegal! He looks like all the pleasure drones on all those holo vid files you used to watch Jazz, you know the ones named something about Femmes Gone Wild, or something like that." Gale groaned and panted out a smirk on his face at telling Prowl that Jazz used to watch holo vid porn.
"How do you think we met, Gale? On the streets?" Jazz smirked. The white mech grasped Prowl's spike tightly and carefully pulled the cremello protoformed mate closer. "Good show. Let's play the game and then we can set up the punishments. If you lose, you still have to dance again. Sexy bot."
Prowl doubled over his white mate gasping and groaning. "Don't tell poor Gale that...he believes we met in the academy in training... I told him a little white lie so he wouldn't think poorly of you...or me." Prowl groaned as his spike was then released and he went and carefully replaced all his armor appropriately.
Gale grinned and turned around so he could face his mates without being in the white mechs hold. "Game set, then!"
"Alright then. Hope ya both know, ahm winning." Jazz gloated his light show finally turning off.
Gale smirked at Jazz. "HA! And you think we are gonna lose?"
Prowl just smirked... Jazz was good...but he was better. Both his mates were slagged before the game had even started, and Prowl was sure of this
Jazz smacked Prowl's aft making him yelp as he began the game. He was confidant he'd win.
Prowl smirked as he eyed his mates...Gale was sorely loosing already half his armor was off and it was obvious he was frustrated in trying to understand the game and its tactics. Prowl had replaced his armor on just for the game and if he thought about it... (if he wanted to save Gale the humiliation of losing all his armor so quickly) the Black and gold mech would have remain bare but where's the fun in that. Prowl and Jazz were broke even with only a few forearm and shin guards removed. Prowl would be winning like he predicted had he not thrown the towel in a couple of times to spare Gales losing streak.
Gale wasn't happy he was flustered and almost bar with just one shoulder cuff armor on, his cod piece, chassis, and one shin guard. To say he was feeling quite exposed was an understatement. His ears pinned back as he growled and his thick wolf like tail twitched in jerky motions as he showed his agitation. "Fraggit! How are you even playing fair?! You guys are still in armor and I'm nearly naked! Your cheating I know it!" he snarled at his mates.
"We're ninjas, Galeforce. We are trained in tactics n' to see multiple steps ahead of every move another makes, mech." Jazz told him. Smirking, as he got another piece of armor off Prowl.
Prowl growled at his mate...he had seen Jazz pull out a spare card from his armor in that last run...okay...if he was going to play dirty then Prowl was gonna send him to the smelter! Prowl grinned...Jazz had taught him this game long ago after all, so he was about to outdo him mentor.
"Oh please. You could never best Yoketron. I'll win for sure, Prowler." Jazz boasted again, winning a few more times.
Prowl did growl this time. "That's it!" he said his patience snapping as he lunged at his cheating mate. His waist straddled and arms pinned at his head Prowl scoffed. "Cheating does not count you a win, Jazz!" he leaned down and kissed his blind lover purposefully grinding his lower armor on the mech beneath him to tease him senseless
Jazz tweaked a wire that he knew drove Prowl mad. "We're cheating to each other, not Gale. You've played before. Don't be so upset."
Gale who had been glaring at his cards let his optics snap up to his two mates. "WHAT?! That's not fair!" He whined dropping his hand of cards.
Prowl moaned before smirking at Gale. "What? Me play strip poker? Never." He said coyly grinding till he knew he was leaving paint streaks on the others armor.
Gale growled before smirking... "Fine if that's how he plays I have an idea... Prowl...tie him up."
Prowl stilled in his movement before glancing down at Jazz. Prowls optics darkened with lust and his engine revved hard. "It would be my pleasure." He said smoothly, quickly wrestling with the other slightly larger ninja mech.
Jazz tried to fight back, but his curiosity made him let Prowl win. "Ya two are evil." Jazz let himself be tied up, staring at Gale. "What's yer goal?
Prowl finished his knot and looked to Gale with a firm nod. Gale crawled close to Jazz's faceplate so that he got a perfect view of his open panel. Gale lay on his back moaning Jazz's designation as he carefully began to finger his own port in front of Jazz. Gale withdrew his spike from its housing and tugged lightly on in groaning loudly.
"Isn't he just the little conniving pup!" Prowl said against Jazz's audial. Prowl's servos tweaked and pinched, tugged, and caressed all the wires he could reach but only enough to heavily arouse the white mech without giving him release. Prowl lowered his mouthplate to nip playfully the wires and cords there biting down a little when Gale inserted another finger into his port and thrust them in quickly causing lubricant to spill out and between his thighs, all the while screaming Jazz's name.
"Ya two are very evil. Good thin' ah can keep mah cool." Jazz announced. "Are we gonna finish the game?" he asked distractedly.
Prowl let a small rumble come from his engine and he opened the white cod piece. Trailing downwards Prowl lapped at the port before him intent on getting SOME kind of response. He would let his glossa dive in before pulling out to gently lave at the opening before thrusting his glossa back in only to repeat. "Gale? What do you think?" Prowl said humming softly against the dripping port.
"I think we should just torture the cheater." The dark blue mech replied childishly. The hound felt heat rising to his faceplate but tried to look comfortable in his situation his tail wagged softly and brushed a couple times over Jazz's nasal ridge teasing him playfully. Gale gasped for real when he struck a particular spot within himself and threw his helm back with a panting shiver. Faking his moan for Jazz was one thing but striking that node within himself had him wishing it really was Jazz's fingers within him.
(-_-) Ever head of a line break? Well I'm one of them…(-_-)
"I will not cause any pain, Ryder but you should expect some discomfort." Ratchet promised, kissing him lovingly.
Ryder nodded and leaned up gently cupping the older mechs faceplate in his servos and kissing him firmly as he was pushed onto the medics work bench. His legs arching up at an angle and bent at the knees as he leaned back. "Ratchet." He said the mechs name as if it was his life line that he needed to grasp desperately.
Ratchet gently inserted a thick digit into the very tight port. "Ryder, I need to know… have you ever used your fingers to experiment or had Gale finger you here?" he asked thrust his finger in a little deeper.
Ryder arched his back and cried out at the new feeling his optics offlined as he shook his head 'no'.
Ratchet smiled sadly at the hound and gently added a second finger the tight port clamping down in him, he barely contained an excited hiss as he imaged the port around his spike as he thrust into the hound. "T-there's no need to feel ashamed, some bots don't experiment some do, it just happens…I'm just surprised as split spark twin that Gale hasn't taken your seals." He said pushing his finger in and stilling when he felt the barrier that was proof of the hounds' innocence.
Gently pulling back so as not to break the barrier yet Ratchet went to work on stretching the walls and working the hound's port. When he added a third finger the silver hound whimpered and his legs instinctively tensed and pulled inwards to protect his port from the pain, but a steady servo gripped his knee and stilled him. "Calm Ryder, we're almost done." He reassured trying to work the hound back up and he released his painful spike from its confines and he was able to relax a little now that he didn't have as much pain to distract him.
When the hound suddenly overloaded and a little more lubricant flooded around the medics fingers Ratchet withdrew and wiped his fingers on his spike with a few well-placed strokes. The he took his spike and rubbed it teasingly along the hounds dripping slit. The hound bucking readily for more. Smirking Ratchet gently pushed the tip of his spike in but not the whole mushroom corded head. Then withdrawing only to rub against the slit a few more times to gather more lubricant.
Ryder was howling for the other, needing him inside, and begging him to stop with his torture… but the hound didn't know that Ratchet wasn't trying to torture him, merely get him used to the feeling of his large spikes head. And the action was spreading more lubricant onto the spike making it easier for the member to slip in increments more each time. Till suddenly Ryder jerked in surprise as the head popped through his tight ring and just a little further in. Ryder whimpered but not quite in pain.
Ratchet hissed as his spike was slowly being sucked in by that hot and delicious heat. The medic didn't doubt that Ryder was not consciously clenching his port but all the same it was a greedy little thing as it tried to pull him closer to the one barrier. Ratchet wasn't one to deny suck a desperate request, so he gently rocked his hip until he tapped against the seal once more. "Hold on Ryder almost there." He encouraged again his voice deep and grating from the effort he made not to slam into the port. Then with a quick withdrawal of his hips Ratchet slammed into the port suddenly just as he knew Ryder was closing in on a second overload. The port spasmed around his spike and he hissed as lubricant flooded the heat. He couldn't stop not now that he had had a taste of this delicious hound. He rocked forward sharply as he massaged the bobbing silver spike.
Ryder had screamed his second overload and gone limp but his frame jerked and spasmed as Ratchet began to pound into him, his sensitive, transfluid coated spike being held and rubbed so gently it almost tickled. He mewled and writhed under the others ministration already his arousal spiking once more.
Ryder arched his back groaning and panting, gasping with each thrust from Ratchet. The older mech knew what he was doing that was for sure! The medic would ease out at a slight downward angle before shifting his hips upwards and thrusting back in at a harsher pace each time. The movement had Ryder screaming in pleasure. His smaller servos grasping at wires and fumbling across plating in their inexperience as he tried to please his lover, his legs wrapping around the larger mechs waist trying to pull him deeper still.
"Will you be my mate, Ryder?" the Medic grunted mid thrust, his speed never faltering even as he began to pant.
The medics' voice was like silk and Ryder didn't even hesitate his chest plates separated and his pure blue spark was revealed. He couldn't tell if the mantra 'yes' was in his meta or if he was screaming it aloud...he was pretty sure he was screaming it aloud though.
Ratchet parted his chassis as well and quickly merged with the younger bot, thrusting within him sharply to find their release. Ryder suddenly screamed as Ratchet hit a particularly sensitive node in the back of the hounds' tight port. Ryder arched upwards with his cry as he bent in half.
Ryders scream choked off when overload hit him, he just barely had time to secure his Breeding programming to keep it from going haywire and making him sparked. He panted sharply as overload waned and left him with a content numbing buzz.
A knock came at the door and a young mech announced himself as First Aid.
Ryder almost screamed when the knock came from the door. He jerked in his 'mates' grasp well actually lover, after all only Jazz, Prowl, and his twin were that lucky as to actually manage a full merge... He and Ratchet would never be compatible like that. Knowing so broke his spark but he tried fiercely to ignore that feeling and focus on the happiness that was just being with the mech. "Wait, First Aid? Like my old Unit Vet, First Aid?!" Ryder exclaimed in excitement trying to worm his way out from underneath his lover. He wanted to see him! His friend! His good friend was finally here! He cheered internally.
"About fragging time. At least it was after our fun." Ratchet grumbled.
When Ryder began to squirm his face flushed and he moaned as his port clenched around the spike still buried deep within him...oh yeah Ratchet was still inside him. Almost to prove him right he felt his tender valve walls spasmed and clench tightly once more onto the larger mechs spike, it pushed another wave of arousal through his form. "Wait… First Aid, we're almost done I promise! Just... Ratchet..." Ryder whined and panted out his hips squirming beneath the mech that still pinned him to the now filthy work bench.
Ryder groaned as his hips bucked and he gently thrust himself on the older mechs spike his lust rekindled far too quickly. Without a doubt First Aid could hear them...and was probably very uncomfortable with the idea of 'interrupting' any more than he already had.
Ratchet laughed and called the MediVet in the room none the less. The other mech entered, blushing, but arousal and curiosity flashing in his optics.
Ryder's moan stopped when First Aid entered the med bay. His optics held embarrassed fear as he waited for the mech to judge him for 'seducing' a great old war medic. "Ratchet?" he asked sounding utterly horrified.
"Do you mind if First Aid joins us, Ryder?" Ratchet asked with a sly grin.
Ryder's valve continued to spasm and clench around the spike still within him. He still wanted to thrust himself on the medic's cord but he couldn't get past his sudden embarrassment. Ryder for all he was worth buried his faceplate into Ratchets shoulder trying to hide, even though a mech that was bigger than him had his legs pinned open with a large red and white waste, a spike still buried deep within hm... he couldn't face his old vet and good old friend.
Aid walked over slowly putting a reassuring servo on Ryder's shoulder, said hound flinching as he expected a blow to be made. "I'd love to join in. He looks so hot right now." The MediVet purred at the sight of his long time crush sprawled out beneath his mentor.
Ryder shivered at the other mechs' touch, he glanced sidelong at the other red and white. First Aid had more red than Ratchet as a matter of fact he was nearly all red and had only a few details that were white. It was like Ryder would be agreeing to a relationship with twins...just two that were reversed in color...'HEY! It'd be like me and Galeforce!' Ryders mind trailed off as he began making comparisons between all four bots. His musings then becoming random as he pretty much zoned out and forgetting that Ratchet had even asked if he would permit the vet to join...Ryder wasn't known to being a little 'spacy' for no reason.
Aid moved in behind Ryder and nudged his aft port. "We can both take you." Aid stated. He didn't want to scare the hound though. He worked the little frame up, intent on taking him as well.
Ryder gasped his optics coming back into focus with surprise...slag! He'd spaced out! When First Aid rubbed his still tender and hot port with the spike still inside him Ryder moaned unable to keep his vocals quiet and he thrust back into the mech behind him forcing the spike still in him to shift slightly. "Please...more?" Ryder begged, pawing at his lovers chassis and turning to look at First Aid. He slowly hesitantly kissed the mech on the lip plates his tongue shyly teasing at the others lips asking for entrance.
Aid kissed the hound harder using the lip lock to distract the hound enough to push his own spike into the hound as well. He could feel Ratchet's spike and the tightness around him clenching him, sucking him in deeper as the port tried to desperately accommodate both spikes. "You know, I've wanted you for some time." Aid announced bucking upwards to go deeper still into the tight heat.
Ryder gasped and winced lightly when the stretch was almost unbearable. It hurt admittedly but he refused to let them stop. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" Ryder grit out as he tried to let himself adjust to the two spikes within him. His body physically trembling.
"I didn't want you to get hurt." Aid gasped as he began to move more forcefully, deeply enjoying the feel of the hound around him.
"He's really tight." Ratchet stated, kissing the hound's neck before biting down into the cabled to leave a claiming denta mark.
Ryder smirked his tail wagging awkwardly between himself and First Aid. He didn't think about it but he allowed his tail to brush against wires and tickle provocatively at seams. He moaned even louder when he felt Ratchet thrust harder into him. "Pl-please Aid-Ratch...I c-can't hold on much more." he gasped out between pants his valve was tender in just the right way it hurt pleasantly with every thrust that caused him to clench around the two spikes.
Aid moaned loudly and grabbed the hound's hips, pushing him harder onto the spikes. Ratchet overloaded with a satisfied grunt.
"Good thing I invited First Aid." Ratchet told Ryder as he felt the other still thrusting into the port and against his sensitive spike.
"And I'm glad I accepted." Aid let out, still taking the hound.
Ryder knew he couldn't hold on. He screamed out his pleasure in his second overload and promptly offlined. His body went rigid before slumping heavily in the grasp of his lovers.
(-_-) Ever head of a line break? Well I'm one of them…(-_-)
When Ryder came back online he shot up on the medical berth he was on and looked around noticing no one was there. He wanted to cry he was so upset...had him offlining due to the charge release disappointed Ratchet and Aid so much that they just left him there? Slowly Ryder stepped off the berth wincing and hissing as he shifted uncomfortable. He left through the med bay door and ran off to go find his handler too hurt to look back, all he wanted was his ever so kind Fasttrack to hold him close and stroke his helm in comfort as she whispered soft nothing to him.
Ryder didn't care if Soundwave was with the femme or not he needed her in that moment. He transformed and his pads clicked heavily against the concrete floor are he practically galloped down the corridor following the femmes scent. When he found her he dove for her, tackling her to the ground burrowing his faceplate in the femmes midsection to hide his large oily tears. He was a fool to believe a Cybertronian would want him… he was just the romanticist that was left street side in a box with a note that said 'used goods to free home', he sobbed internally as he realized he had given his seals to two mechs… that had used him and left him.
