AUTHOR'S NOTES: If you aren't old enough to read sexually explicit… smut for want of a better word, please don't read this series. That being said, I warned you so if you end up mentally scarred for life blame yourself not me.
Grace and Izzy are mine. Adrian belongs to author Chaos Knight and April, Winona, Aurorah and Danni all belong to author Stormdracona. Mikaela and Ratchet as a couple inspired by the lovely smut of author Chaitea16. Maggie, Mikaela, Verity, Dani Burns, Miko, and Carly of course are the property of Has-Tak, which leads me to the disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers (but of course) and make no claim of ownership.
Warnings: Sexual content, language, dominant mechs, bondage, submissive/dominance play, and general smuttiness. If you're not old enough to read such material or are easily offended by it- don't read.
Dear lord… ten chapters of pure smut… I don't know whether to be proud of myself or embarrassed. This chapter is mostly world-building and a well needed infusion of plot, but fear not there will be smut in this chapter. I just can't resist adding a little structure. And on a side note if I go too long between updates, please feel free to give me a little prod here or on DA. Thanks to all the reviewers; I always appreciate criticism good or bad and I enjoy getting feedback.
Kudos if you know which Transformers continuities all of the cannon characters are from.
Ch. 10 Crossing Tracks
"Look, Sunny. It's the old fraggers brigade."
"Who invited them?" Trailbreaker grumbled as the Lamborghini twins sidled into the spacious and mostly empty metal hangar that had been designated as the war room. With the approaching night, the meager fluorescents hanging in rickety brackets along the roof's beams made it abundantly clear that the engineers hadn't put too much thought into the quickly erected structure.
The scarce lights cast deep shadows across the faces of the mechs gathered around the table, giving them an almost sinister appearance and adding a clandestine feel to the odd meeting.
"They're interfacing with a human femme as well." Prowl leveled a scowl on the two younger mechs, his disapproval almost palpable. "Primus knows why any sane femme would allow themselves to be mounted by those two though."
"Fraggit, Prowler." Jazz drawled tiredly as he propped his forearms on the thick metal slab that served as a table. "Would you just say screwing? Or fucking?"
Prowl's upper lip peeled back to show his dental plating as he bit back a snarl.
"Ooh, hit a nerve?" Sideswipe asked as he flopped onto a bench between Drift and Wheeljack. Sunstreaker folded his arms across his chest to glower at the room in general.
"There had better be a good reason I was dragged out of my berth. I need my recharge." He sneered as he sat beside Ratchet, glancing warily at the medic to make sure he was far enough away to avoid being easily smacked.
"Primus save us- the brat lost his beauty rest." Ratchet muttered moodily.
"Mikaela's rubbing off on ya." Jazz laughed as the medic shot him a dirty look.
"We're here because so many of us are taking human lovers," Ratchet said as he shot a severe look around the table.
Topspin rolled his optics. "Trust a slaggin' medic to over think every fraggin' thing to death." He snarled darkly. "I could be fraggin' my Danni senseless."
Sideswipe giggled as Jazz slapped Topspin's shoulder in agreement.
"They don't like it when you do that." Wheeljack murmured, staring fixedly at the table.
"Do what?" Drift asked uneasily.
"Mount them when they're not conscious. They get touchy about it. Something about taking advantage." Wheeljack shrugged, the big mech managing to look sheepish.
Ratchet and Prowl stared at the engineer with almost identical frowns.
"I wonder why." Ratchet growled sarcastically as Prowl huffed.
"Which is why we're here. I think everyone can agree that… pooling our knowledge so we don't all make the same mistakes is not only advisable, but necessary." Prowl sorted through a stack of data pads carefully arranged in front of him and the twins groaned.
"You made a presentation, didn't you?" Sunstreaker accused.
Prowl leveled another frown at the golden twin. "Unlike some mechs, I enjoy a little order."
"Also known as organizing to death," Jazz intoned earning him a snarl.
"Regardless," Prowl snapped as his armor panels flared slightly and his door panels quivered in outrage. "You're here and you will participate-"
"Or he'll bludgeon you to death with the rulebook on mounting humans he's writing," Sideswipe whispered with a wicked glee, then gave an indignant yelp as Ratchet smacked him.
"You will participate," Prowl snarled the words. "We're really blundering into this blindly and it disturbs me. How many of you even know mating or courting practices of humans?"
"What's to know? You have an interface and a port." Topspin made a sound remarkably like a snort.
"It's called a vagina, not a port," Wheeljack corrected with a chuckle.
"No, it's not. Trust me, they don't like you to use that term when mounting them." Ratchet sighed in memory.
"Pussy." Jazz supplied with a mischievous grin. "They act all offended by it, but the femmes like dirty talk."
"Fucking." Topspin added with a leer.
"Wonderful." Prowl growled as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a disgruntled sigh. "Can we stay on track here?"
"They have a point," Ratchet sighed. "Using the wrong term can kill their urge to mate."
Trailbreaker huffed. "I haven't had that problem."
Prowl's head tipped back and he stared at the metal struts crisscrossing the ceiling, his lips moving in a silent prayer to Primus for patience. "Does anyone have anything relevant to add?"
"Grace likes to be on top," Wheeljack said with a wistful smile. "I can't say as I mind it."
"You would like being dominated by a femme." Sideswipe leered.
One of Prowl's optics twitched ever so slightly.
"I think that's all of it." Izzy stepped back to examine her handiwork. Removing all of the glue had seemed like such a straight-forward task, but it had worked its way down into the seams between the panels that made up Bluestreak's helm, chevron, and hand. What she had thought would be a quick deal, had turned into hours of work.
During which the mech had happily babbled away about anything and everything. It hadn't initially been apparent, but it had slowly dawned on her that he was nervous. That thought had almost given her a giggling fit when it had ghosted though her mind, but the idea had circled around and around until she'd realized the truth of it. The notion that the mech was nervously babbling at her was endearing in a way.
Like a child wanting attention from a favored adult.
She knew she was bad to even try and attach human behavior to the alien mech- hell, he was not only much older than her, but he was a soldier- but it was hard not to. There was an odd sort of innocence to him and an almost insecurity that was just too adorable.
Again. Alien soldier who's probably killed more enemies than I can count on my fingers and toes, she thought sternly.
"Am I boring you? I didn't mean to," he said softly. "You can tell me to stop talking if I'm bothering you. I know I talk too much. I try not to, but it's hard. I'm doing it right now- I know I'm doing it, but it's hard to stop…" He trailed off with downcast blue optics. "I'm sorry."
She stifled a sleepy yawn as she patted his helm a little awkwardly. "You're fine, hun. It doesn't bother me." He shot her a doubtful look and she smiled. "Really."
Bluestreak flexed his fingers pensively, glancing up at her. "Thank you." His voice softened.
She felt another little surge of outrage at whoever had glued his hand to his helm in the first place. How anyone could be so cruel to such a sweet... er… being was beyond her.
She shot a glance at her watch and almost cringed. It was nearly midnight, which meant having to walk through the dark base to human housing- two large apartment buildings that formed a 'V' with a covered walkway between the two that stood on the far end of the base.
Working with the Autobots meant not only being sworn to secrecy, but giving up the outside world for the most part to live in the limited world inside the base. The base itself had once been a sprawling Army post dedicated to holding prisoners of war on the outside and extensive tunnel systems connecting most of the thick-walled concrete buildings had served the real purpose of the base-researching alien tech. In the mid-forties it had been shut down for unknown reasons. A razor-wire security fence had been erected around the outer perimeter of the base and thick wooded areas added further insulation from prying eyes. More buildings and hangars had sprung up to accommodate the growing Autobot population, as well as the human staffers who kept the base running.
Bluestreak cocked his head to one side, his curious look dragging her from her thoughts.
"It's fine, really." She smiled up at him.
Grace couldn't have helped but feel slightly disappointed when Wheeljack had lit out of his workshop without a word of explanation right after their work shift. The behavior was so unusual she'd been struck speechless as she'd watched him drop into his alt mode and take off leaving her high and dry like he hadn't been bringing her back to his quarters every night since they'd hooked up.
She wasn't sure how long she'd stood there staring at his dust before she'd shut her mouth and walked all the way from engineering to human housing. It had been dark by the time she'd reached the housing and she'd stepped into the lobby with a growing feeling of unease that had been fully realized when she'd seen the other women sitting in the lounge.
Adrian had shot Maggie a knowing look. "I told you we'd all been ditched…"
"I swear to Primus, you-"
Prowl froze suddenly, his expression going blank. He blinked suddenly and his head cocked. Drift reacted next with a low rumble as his head turned.
"Don't leave us in the dark," Sideswipe grumbled softly.
Prowl lunged to his feet suddenly. "Outside."
The hissed word had an instant reaction on the gathered mechs. Gone was all the joking and attitudes. They were all business as Topspin and Trailbreaker rushed to the door taking point and the rest fell in behind them. Weapons locked into place with soft mechanical whirrs from the otherwise silent group.
Outside the few meager security lights created isolated spots of yellowish light amid the darkness.
At first they were at a loss for what had alerted Prowl, but then a gleam of silver in the darkness caught their attention.
"Soundwave!" Topspin roared out as he spotted the silver Decepticon as he moved with an unnervingly supple rolling twist of limbs to evade Topspin's lunge.
A cannon sounded behind him, close enough to momentarily dazzle his sensors with sound and the flash of explosive light. He cursed as he reeled away from the blast and Soundwave.
The huge Decepticon snarled and leaped onto the side of one of the concrete bunkers, digging his claws into the four-feet thick walls as easily as if they were made of cloth. Red optics flared and glinted in the near dark, the meager security lights overhead revealing glimpses of the enemy as he climbed onto the roof to return fire.
Ratchet was beside Topspin suddenly, his fingers deft as he touched the side of his helm, before yelling at someone behind him. The Wrecker grimaced at the ringing in his audios as he tried to deafen those sensors.
He caught a glimpse of Sideswipe and Wheeljack returning fire before Sunstreaker was on his other side with a grim look on his face. Arms slid under his shoulders, urging him to move and he allowed the two mechs near him to shift him out of the line of fire. The ground near his peds exploded in little pockmarks and he was dimly aware of Drift snarling as he streaked past.
Shaking off his stupor, Topspin also shrugged off Ratchet's hold on him and lurched. His own cannons slid into place on his forearms as Ratchet cursed him. Lazerbeak spiraled from out of nowhere in a supple coil to pepper them with fire. He could feel energon warm and wet sliding down his frame.
Soundwave's probes coiled and then slammed into the wall just below him. The damn Con was manually hacking himself into teletran's mainframe. Ratchet cursed viciously, moving forward only to skid to an abrupt stop as Barricade lunged out of nowhere with his cannons humming. The smaller black Decepticon offered them a sharky little smile as he kept himself between them and Soundwave.
Prowl growled as he grimly took in the scene before him. When Megatron had fallen under Optimus' hand, his not-so loyal forces had scattered and gone to ground. Soundwave and his bodyguard Barricade would of course be far too loyal to Megatron to follow Starscream's lead. Which meant Soundwave had his own agenda. Not surprising considering Megatron's body had mysteriously disappeared during the chaos- Prowl personally and darkly assumed the body had been stolen by their human 'allies' for the sake of dissection and research. Not that the humans would ever admit it.
Soundwave roared out, drawing Prowl to the present and he snarled as he saw Drift slashing at the silver Con. Barricaded spun, momentarily distracted as he opened fire on Drift. Lazerbeak shrieked and attacked Ratchet as the medic tried to join the fray. Prowl charged, seeing Topspin and Trailbreaker joining him as the warning scream of a claxon wailed in the night.
Soundwave and Barricade both reacted to the sound with angry snarls and quickly retreated into the dark. Armed humans in various states of dress and grumbling mechs poured from the surrounding buildings as Prowl debated giving chase.
The Pit-spawned Cons would disappear just as quickly as they'd appeared. Drifting into the shadows like wraiths.
The scream of the claxon was a shock to Izzy. She jumped as the sound ripped through the silence. Bluestreak's head snapped up and before her eyes he changed. The smiling mech who seemed so young suddenly hardened and his optics grew cold and cruel.
"Stay here."
She peered up at him uncertainly as his optics paled for a moment and he seemed to freeze in place. After a moment he looked down at her. "We had a Decepticon attack," he murmured softly as his hand shifted and she swallowed as she watched his weapon slide back out of sight on his forearm. She hadn't even seen him transform his arm in the first place. "Only two and they were run off. " He stared at her for a moment, huffing through his vents. "You'll have to stay here tonight."
She nodded quietly, unable to read anything of what he was thinking from his expression.
Grace bounced off her door in her confused haste, fumbling blindly until she managed to shove it open. She winced against the screaming alarms as she shoved her head into the hall. Up and down the corridor, a few doors opened and a confused murmur started up.
The other women looked just as baffled as she was. She watched Adrian clap her hands over her ears. "What's going on?" She yelled out and Grace shrugged faintly.
At the end of the hall, Danni rubbed at her eyes and peered out the window. "I think we're under attack," she said slowly as she backed away from the window.
Winona and Grace moved closer to have a look. Security lights were snapping on all over the base, but it was impossible to tell what was going on from their position. The unmistakable boom of cannons thundered amid the sirens though.
Grace met the other women's alarmed faces and felt her stomach drop. What if Wheeljack was out there? She wondered with a chill as she wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm going down there."
"Are you nuts?" Adrian scowled at her, but the worry in her eyes was obvious.
She ignored them as she moved for the elevator. Despite their protests, most of the women were following her, she realized. She didn't have to look around and take a consensus to know that the ones following were the ones who'd taken up with a mech.
Her hands shook as she hit the elevator button. Even though or maybe in spite of the fact that Wheeljack wasn't human, the idea of any harm coming to him terrified her. The ride down to the ground floor seemed to take forever and her eyes widened as she saw the group gathered in the lobby.
Their mechs were milling around the large lounge. A few were sitting on the floor, but they all turned to look as soon as the elevator doors opened. They were hurt, Grace realized in shock as she recognized the wet gleam of energon on them.
Danni cried out and rushed past her to fuss over Topspin, but Grace was already scanning for one mech in particular.
"Wheeljack!" She cried out as his head snapped around to find her. The engineer snarled softly as he stomped closer and she gasped as she was snatched up against his chest. She closed her eyes as his arms tightened almost painfully around her until she couldn't breathe, but she just held on.
Her alarm and panic at the very thought of harm coming to Wheeljack was scary as hell to her as she felt his lips brush needily over her neck. She trembled as she dimly realized just how much the Bot meant to her.
Oh damn, she was falling in love…
Some people liked to joke that they had bosses from hell.
Winona always managed not to laugh in those people's faces, because their boss- no matter how bad they were- could never be as bad as her boss. And lord knew she didn't feel like dealing with him after spending a hellish night listening to warning claxons and the terror of not knowing what was going on.
It wasn't like she'd learn much from Red Alert, even if he was the security officer and her boss.
Somehow her Human Resources job had permutated into her being Red Alert's secretary. How and when the hell exactly it had happened were beyond her- reporting to the Bot was bad enough. Red Alert was like a shrink's wet dream- he was a grab bag of schizophrenia, obsessive compulsive disorder, paranoia, and a splash of ADHD just for the hell of it.
Not only was every-freakin-one out to get him, but he heard voices and not the nice, happy kind. More like the 'die die die' type. She kept expecting the mech to have a psychotic break and go on a killing spree at any moment.
The only saving grace was that she could hide from him in her office. And she sure as hell wasn't above ducking under her desk to hide when he came knocking. Like every other thing on base her office had been built with the mech's size in mind. The huge office was mostly empty with the majority of the square concrete room given over to a long concrete and steel reinforced bench for the mechs to sit on. A few feet in front of the bench was a plush human-sized chair facing her modest metal desk. Several stacks of manila folders made haphazard piles that blended into each other to cover her entire desk. More of the same were piled on top of the three filing cabinets behind her- because the higher ups insisted everything have a hardcopy.
The mess and clutter that was her office also served a practical purpose- Red Alert got an optic twitch every time he came into her office. She could practically see him teetering on the brink of an OCD fit to organize the mess anytime he visited. The clutter certainly distracted him from whatever insanity summoned him to pester her.
She'd also quickly realized that HR for the Autobots was a far more complicated job than she'd expected. In addition to her mundane HR tasks, she'd learned that she was seen as a human-Cybertronian liaison and general 'negotiator of all arguments or misunderstandings' and any and every thing that happened had to be reported in person and in presentation form to Red Alert for evaluation.
It was also apparently her job to listen to any and all bitching be it from human or alien.
She fixed a smile more like a grimace on her face as the door opened and a mostly blue mech stomped in. Blue armor, red face, and big-ass cannons. She was fairly sure his name was Tracks. Part of her job had been studying bios and memorizing the names of the various mechs as they arrived. She'd seen him before though.
No one had ever told him not to make faces or his face would stick that way when he was younger. His expression seemed to have one setting. Auto-sneer. It wasn't all that surprising considering she'd seen him palling around with Mirage and Dino.
The hostility and derision for humanity rolling off that little group was nearly palpable.
She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the worst. Right as the human-sized chair crunched under his huge foot with a screech of metal as the big mech sat down on the mech bench. His scowl redirected to the crumpled metal under his foot as he gingerly lifted his foot looking as though he'd stepped in crap.
A low snarl passed his lips, before he glowered at her as if she'd done it.
"Can I help you?" She asked as she fought the urge to laugh.
"One of your human staffers scratched me." His deep voice was a surprise. Despite the arrogant tone, his voice was a deep masculine rumble.
"Scratched you?" She blinked politely, flickering her eyes over his glossy paint job. Judging by the nearly mirror-like shine he had going on, he was as anal about wax as Sunstreaker was and lord knew she'd heard more than her fair share of whining from that mech about humans getting fingerprints on him.
He scowled at her and pointed vaguely at his leg, speaking slower as if she weren't all that bright. "Right there. The scratch."
She stared at his armor a little blankly, feeling her temper flare. "I'm not seeing it. Sorry."
He looked incredulous as he leaned over and pointed at his leg armor again. She looked obediently, still not really seeing anything. "Er... I see." She lied through her teeth. "I'll have a word with the staffers. Tell them to be more careful." She adopted her most vapid smile.
His armor panels flared slightly, rising up from his body in annoyance. They always reminded her of pissed cats when they pulled that act and even though she knew the display was probably meant to intimidate, it was still hard not to find it amusing.
Curiosity won out over the very strong urge to not have to talk to him any longer than was absolutely necessary. And she could see it hurting any since he already seemed pissed with her.
"You transform into a car, right?"
Tracks' snotty expression wavered ever so slightly into wariness. "Yes."
"So why the hell do you have wings?" Her eyes flickered instantly to the blatantly obvious wings jutting over both shoulders. The damn things certainly didn't belong on a car, unless he transformed into James Bond's spy car.
Fury transformed his features for a split second before he was back to cold indifference again. "I have a third specialty mode." His voice became frosty as his chin rose slightly. Not that it was possible for him to peer down his nose any farther than he was.
"So you're a flying car?"
His optics flared angrily and narrowed. "I'm a superior warrior. I have advanced systems." He grumbled at her.
"I'm amazed."
He studied her dubiously, his dental plating showing slightly as his lips curled. "You should be in awe."
"I'm amazed your head hasn't swelled up and exploded with all that ego." She snapped sarcastically.
He snarled instantly, big hands fisting. Common sense flittered vaguely through her head that pissing off something that could stomp you easily was generally bad. "Do you have a death wish?"
She smiled sweetly up at him. "Hey, I'm not the alien trying to blend in with humanity and failing miserably, because there are just so many flying sports cars…"
"I do blend in!" His dental plating showed as he snarled and she was faintly aware that maybe she was pushing him too far.
"Of course." She smiled sweetly up at him. "A superior warrior would of course know camouflage."
The angry sound he made would have been befitting for a pride of rabid lions. She resisted the urge to back up, though. She'd learned quickly when dealing with the mechs to not show fear. Some of them would merrily push their advantage if they knew they intimidated their human counterparts.
"You are a stupid female." He ground out viciously with an expression that promised pain. "Someone should discipline you."
"And you're an ass." Her smile brightened with cruel amusement.
Right as loud bitching filled the room and a black and pink head bobbed into the room. "You HR? We have a freakin' problem here."
Tracks snarled even louder and the human female's head craned back, her eyes widening slightly as she shut up. Winona didn't recognize the woman, so she figured she was a new staffer. "I'll be right with you," she said before turning back to Tracks.
The big mech was standing though and glaring at her with a look that definitely promised revenge was coming. He growled at her as he sneered and stepped over the new woman.
She froze like a startled rabbit until he stomped past. Then she scowled. Two more women poked their heads into the room with uneasy looks.
Winona sighed as she realized who they were. "Okay… which one of you was the big lizard chasing?"
She didn't stay away long.
Optimus folded his hands on his desk as he watched Elita pace in front of his desk. She was all business now, her sleek armor pulled tightly to her frame as her pale optics traveled over his large, empty office. "I've been hearing rumors, of course," she said carefully. "Silly rumors."
"And you wanted to know if I had taken a human lover?" Optimus guessed. He just barely managed to keep the amusement out of his tone and he was glad his battle-mask hid the slight twitching of his lips.
Elita smiled ruefully. "Am I so easy to read?" She paused by his desk for a moment before leaning one hip against it. "That wasn't my only reason for visiting though."
Optimus watched her carefully. For all her delicate appearance, Elita One could be just as ruthless as any Decepticon when it came to achieving her goals. "How did you even know?" He asked suddenly as his optics narrowed suspiciously. "About the human females."
"Ironhide doesn't keep secrets from Chromia," Elita said with a dismissive wave of one small hand. "We keep in touch. It bothers me that you don't see the problem here, Optimus."
He fought a wince as her bright optics locked piercingly with his. "And that problem would be?" He prompted.
Her own optics narrowed. "Did you receive the full crew roster for the shuttle I arrived on?" She asked evasively and Optimus had a sudden sense of walking into uncertain territory.
"Of course."
"Rung was on the shuttle," she said simply and he could nearly see the shape of the chasm yawning open under his peds.
"It's one of conditions of stationing Red Alert anywhere that Rung must eventually follow." He replied carefully. "Rung stipulated that rule for everyone's safety."
"I pushed to have him transferred as quickly as possible when I became aware of the situation." She frowned as though to herself. "I understand needing a little… shall we say recreational release? I'm hardly a xenophobe."
Optimus sighed through his vents. "This is about the human females." He guessed even though it was abundantly clear what had her riled up.
Elita sighed. "Don't make me the bad guy, Optimus." She pushed herself up from his desk. "I have no issue with your mechs using those… organics, but it becomes troublesome when they start showing obsessive behavior." Her mouth twisted slightly as though she tasted something foul. "I'm not the only one who thinks so. I'll push the issue if I have to."
"The issue being?" He asked warily with a tired rev.
Frowning and pursing her lips, Elita looked at him as if he was the one seeking to cause trouble. "Those mechs need psychological evaluation, Optimus." She scolded him. "They're obviously unstable."
"Because they care about females of another species," he said dryly, feeling his annoyance double.
She huffed through her vents. "I just want what's best for our species. This obsession with these aliens is giving everyone pause."
"Everyone being Red Alert?" He guessed and her frown deepened.
"Don't be unreasonable, Optimus." She resumed her pacing with a predatory scowl. "This fixation with these aliens is bound to lead to loyalty issues. Don't you think they're going to be inclined to side with their… toys?"
"I think I'm being very reasonable," he said slowly as he watched her. He could feel his iron grip on his temper wavering as his armor panels flexed wanting to flare aggressively. "It's been vorns since most of my mechs have had anything to comfort themselves. You know as well as I do how scarce our own femmes are." His voice softened.
Elita's own optics flared slightly to glow brighter for a moment. "Don't make this about us. You know why I did what I did." She murmured softly. Her arms wrapped around herself to grip her shoulders. "Ultra Magnus is backing me on this."
Optimus' optics dimmed as he fought down the urge to growl. Ultra Magnus had always been a xenophobe. "I'll speak with Rung."
"To feel him out?" She questioned softly.
Optimus heaved a sigh through his vents and she smiled tightly. "I see." She strode up to him, hesitating only briefly before she rested her small hand on his shoulder. "I'm not your enemy, Orion. I just want what's best."
"I think you could agree we have more pressing problems than a little xenophobia." Optimus gestured at the stack of data pads on his desk. Every one had to be perused and contained detailed lists of information breaches Soundwave had caused. Primus knew what the Con had been looking for or what he'd found. "What with the Decepticon attack and all the new arrivals… negotiating with Silverbolt about offering sanctuary to his wing mates…" He shot her an unamused look.
Winona felt like a mother duck as she walked down the wide hall with her three little ducklings following right on her heels.
And bitching.
She glanced at the trio out of the corner of her eyes. All three women were fairly new arrivals and somehow she'd been assigned to play den-mother to the newbies. The assignment wouldn't have been nearly so daunting if she wasn't expected to go talk to Optimus Prime about Grimlock.
She grimaced darkly at that memory. Grimlock was bad enough when he wasn't in horn-dog mode and chasing some poor girl demanding sex. How the ever-loving hell that would even work was beyond her.
Sure some of the girls had shacked up with the aliens, but Grimlock was one big sonuvabitch. Bigger than almost every other Bot on base and if they were built proportionate then-
She shuddered at that mental image. She had to imagine it would be comically like an elephant trying to screw a mouse. Only not even remotely funny and rather extremely fatal. Even with mass displacement, Grimlock would be big. They didn't all become the same height- their size displacement reflected their regular size and most she'd seen were over seven feet tall.
Winona shot a glance at the three women. They were all younger than her. Early twenties if she had to guess. The youngest had long black hair cut in slanting geometric angles with annoyingly bright splashes of pink. Her deceptively simple name, 'Miko,' didn't even remotely hint at the level of obnoxious the girl was capable of. The other two, Verity Carlo and Dani Burns, were more tolerable for the most part when they weren't arguing with Miko. Verity and Dani both had short brown hair, though Dani's was nearly red and Verity's was mostly hidden under a baseball cap.
Winona struggled to gather her courage as she approached the massive door to Optimus Prime's office. It wasn't that she was chicken, per se. She just had a lot of respect for the calm and reserved Autobot leader. The fact that he was huge definitely didn't hurt though. Her self preservation instincts were perfectly fine thankyouverymuch and she was more than inclined to not piss off anyone big enough to accidentally squish her ass. Though she did give in to temptation at times. She sobered thinking of Tracks and knowing that that would probably come back to bite her in the ass.
She raised her hand to knock and hesitated as the floor thrummed under her feet. She jumped back just as the huge door was roughly shoved aside and an alien she'd never seen before stepped out.
It may have been the blatantly pink paint job or the smaller, curvy frame, but Winona had a strong feeling that the new Bot was female. Femme, she corrected herself almost instantly.
The alien femme seemed surprised to see them standing there once she noticed them. After a second, her bright optics narrowed. Winona suddenly felt like a bug under a microscope. The nearly overwhelming urge to flee gripped her as she smiled wanly up at the alien.
"Is Optimus in?" She called out, raising her voice slightly.
Could the femme look any more disgusted to see them? She wondered as the femme huffed delicately through her vents as though she detected something unpleasant. Maybe she was related to Tracks.
"He is," the femme finally said, her light tone rife with displeasure. "I doubt he has time to waste to… see you though."
Winona's smile became strained as the femme frowned down at them for a moment, before stalking up the hall with her head held high.
"Bitch alert," Miko whispered sarcastically with her faint accent as she glared at the retreating back of the Autobot femme.
"You know it might be comments like that that make people not like you." Verity muttered under her breath as she turned expectantly toward Winona.
"Men like me." Miko retorted smugly earning herself frowns from all three of the other women.
"I wonder why." Dani shook her head as she put her hands on her hips to raise an eyebrow at Winona.
"Why do I feel like the sacrificial lamb?" The older woman asked tiredly.
"Cause you're the boss." Dani shrugged again and Verity made a shooing gesture at Winona.
Sighing to herself, she raised a hand to knock on the wall near Optimus' office door.
"Come in." The loud voice boomed from inside the room and made all of them twitch in surprise.
Winona glanced helplessly at the other three women who just stared back expectantly. Heaving a sigh, she raised her chin and stepped into the mostly barren room. Like most of the other areas that were mostly for Autobot use, this room was Spartan. Thick concrete walls and floors. A ceiling spider-webbed with metal support struts and florescent lights that dangled from those struts. One mech-sized desk.
As silly as the thought was, it seemed almost sad to her that there were no giant photos of alien family or friends or even mementos on that desk. The entire space was depressingly sterile.
"Mr. Prime?"
Winona craned her head back, spotting the unmistakably huge blue and red frame of the Autobot leader behind his massive desk.
"I prefer Optimus," he said as he stood to loom beside the desk giving her a sudden flash of vertigo. "Prime is a title, not a name."
"Uh, sorry." She smiled thinly as she tried not to fidget under his calm scrutiny. "I, well, some of the women wanted to ask if there was anything we could do about Grimlock?"
He sighed loudly through his vents as he stepped carefully around her to push the door shut. She caught a glimpse of Miko's indignant face- the eavesdropper. "I'm very sorry about that. I trust the woman he was terrorizing is well?"
A little mentally scarred, but largely fine, she thought. "Er, yes." She plucked at her jeans uneasily. "She-we were wondering if there was some way to… discourage future incidents?" She asked cautiously and she could have sworn his optics shone with amusement.
"To be honest," Optimus said after a small pause, "it might be best if you can convince your women to keep close to occupied areas or to stay close to a mech they trust."
"So he's going to keep trying." She muttered before she could think better of it. She slapped a hand over her mouth with a squeak. "Sorry."
"I appreciate honesty." He rumbled softly as he stared down at her until she wanted to crawl into a hole.
"So do I" She assured him.
"I can't really think of a tactful way to put this, so I'll be blunt. He's lonely."
Her face reddened slightly. Lonely as in horny? "Well, thanks," she said weakly. She glanced up at him as he eased the door open for her and she could have sworn he was not only amused, but trying not to chuckle.
Verity, Miko, and Dani were all waiting expectantly on her to emerge.
"What's the verdict?"
Heaving a sigh, Winona folded her arms across her chest just under her breasts. "Optimus' best advice was to befriend a big bot and stick to him."
"So he's not all that concerned about tall, dark, and language-challenged chasing us?" Verity cursed under her breath.
Winona shrugged her shoulders. "He seemed pretty confidant that we could find someplace to hide from Grimlock."
"I've heard the guys talk. I know what frag means." Miko growled. "That big brute just wants someone to screw." She turned an appraising look on Verity. "I say she takes one for the team."
"Why don't you take one for the team." Verity scowled at the other woman. "You'd probably enjoy it anyway."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Ladies," Dani stepped between the two women before they could start swinging at each other. "We just have to avoid Grimlock. He's as big as a house so if he manages to sneak up on you, you deserve to get caught."
"You mean screwed." Miko added darkly.
Dani scowled. "I don't think fragging means what you think it means. They don't even have the right equipment."
Winona sighed, lips twitching. "Actually…"
"No way." Dani stared at her, ignoring Miko's smug look. "Why would they even need… those?"
Verity looked dubious even as she shrugged. "Maybe its an evolutionary throwback- like an appendix. You know, it's there but doesn't really do anything."
"Like Miko?" Dani asked innocently.
The younger girl visibly bristled, flipping them all the bird. "Oh, you can all kiss my perfect ass."
"Unlike Miko, they do use those though," Winona said with a slight smile.
"Damn… imagine two of those things shagging. It'd be like an earthquake next door." Verity shook her head, looking amazed.
"Yeah, that's a mental image I wanted." Dani shook her head as she started walking, the other women falling into step with her. She glanced at Winona with a morbid sort of curiosity. "So they have cocks? Like real cocks?"
Winona fought the urge to grin with wicked delight as all three of the women looked expectantly at her. "They call them interfaces. Same general shape, though."
"You've seen one?" Miko's eyes widened slightly.
"Me personally? No, but I've talked to someone who had a close encounter."
"How would that work?" Verity expression was a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.
Winona grinned despite herself. "Ladies, let me explain a little concept called Mass Displacement…"
Winona stretched tiredly, feeling satisfied with a day's work even if it had mostly been gossiping with the new staffers. The girls had been giggling when she'd left them to head towards human housing.
It wasn't even dark yet, but considering the Con scare they'd had the day before she couldn't argue with Optimus Prime's stern base-wide orders that all humans be indoors before dark. It was entirely possible the Cons might make another run at them and she for one certainly didn't want to be caught outside when they came knocking.
It was only a little after six, but the sky was already dimming as she walked into the lobby for female housing. Both tall housing buildings resembled hotels more than apartments. The two buildings looked almost exactly the same; nine stories high and white-washed concrete. The hotel air continued on into the wide open lobby and ground floor that housed a rec room, a small bar, and a lounge area. Their actual food came from a squat cafeteria building nestled directly behind housing.
A few soldiers were lingering on the plush couches watching a football game and they spared her a glance, before turning back to their game. She resisted an indignant sniff at them. Of course they wouldn't be interested in her plus-sized self when there were better pickings in the closest town.
She held her head high as she walked to one of the two elevators and jabbed the up button. After a second, the door slid open and she hit the button for her floor. Feeling sleepy, she removed her military CAC ID card and swiped it at the door to let herself in.
She was thinking fondly of a hot shower when she realized she wasn't alone.
Winona barely had to time to gasp as a hard form grabbed her and shoved her up against the wall. She wheezed as the air was momentarily forced from her lungs. "Sonnuvabitch-let go!" She tried to throw her head back, cursing as she slammed her head against hard metal. She cursed as a hand clamped over her mouth.
"Did you think I'd let you get away with embarrassing me?" The voice was dark and low and all-too familiar.
Winona's eyes widened as she felt Track's vent hot air on the back of her neck and she realized she had one angry, mass displaced mech in her room. She couldn't fight the shiver that ran down her spine as his free hand traced up her throat to measure her frantic pulse. For probably the first time in her life she was speechless.
A low snarl was her only warning as he wrestled her arms behind her back and she gasped out loud as soft material was wrapped around her wrists to effectively bind her.
"What are you doing?" She shrilled in outrage as she started fighting him.
The big mech laughed harshly as he gripped her bound wrists and used them as leverage to force her forward. She kept cursing angrily, nearly shrieking in outrage as he pushed her to sprawl inelegantly facedown on her own bed.
She wriggled to glare over her shoulder at him and even obscured by her hair she could see the smug satisfaction on his angular, red face.
Any angry comment she could have made died as she caught a look at the belt in his hand though. Her eyes widened as his pale optics glinted. "You embarrassed me," he said slowly as he rubbed the soft leather belt between his fingers. "That's unacceptable." His voice deepened to a purr as he moved closer and grabbed her by the back hem of her jeans.
Her mind snapped into motion as his intention sank in. She kicked out and he huffed angrily as he placed a hand carefully in the middle of her back and methodically stripped her. When her mouth opened to scream, he gagged her with the belt. Enraged, she thrashed in his grip, but it didn't do any good as he stripped her naked with a satisfied rumble.
"No one ever taught you obedience apparently." He frowned down at her as she managed to roll onto her back and kicked out again. He caught her ankles and transferred both to one large hand, effectively killing what little resistance she was capable of. "Don't worry… we'll both enjoy this lesson." His voice deepened to a rumbling purr.
Seething, she clamped her thighs together as her mind raged at him. He rubbed the arch of one foot with his thumb as he settled on her bed below her. Alarm and a thin thread of fear raced through her and the bed creaked its own protest at the Bot's weight.
"Try to relax."
He didn't really give her any warning as he forced her legs apart and ducked down. Another angry shriek, muffled by the gag trailed into a whimper as his warm glossa stroked over her exposed sex.
Winona's eyes widened in shock as Tracks shuddered slightly and lapped at her again. "Keep your legs spread." He growled, his tone brooking no argument. He transferred her ankles onto his broad shoulders to smirk up at her.
His lips brushed her clit and she closed her eyes as he sucked the little nub into his mouth. His glossa stroked her teasingly until it was all she could do not to shamelessly buck her hips. "Do you like being at my mercy?"
She glared and sucked in a breath as he spread her folds with his fingers. He rumbled softly as his thumb rubbed her clit in little circles to make her squirm. She whimpered softly as one thick finger breached her and stretched her. One of her legs slid off of his shoulder to flatten against his heated armor.
He snarled softly, head lifting and his optics were disturbingly pale. "Hold. Still."
She stared down at him in shock and a little fear. He bared his dental plating briefly before he wiggled his finger inside her. Her keening cry was muted by the gag as he resumed suckling her clit and thrusting that single finger inside her. She tossed her head back, moaning softly and bucked her hip.
The snarl was the only warning she got as he suddenly jerked back, grabbing her hip and flipping her onto her stomach. She made a soft sound of surprised protest when his palm came down in a gentle swat on her bare ass.
He snarled darkly behind her and swatted her again. "When I give an order you obey." He growled huskily as she wriggled. Her breath left her as he crawled up the bed to crouch over her. His dental plating delivered stinging nips along her shoulder that his glossa soothed afterward. "Without hesitation."
His head nuzzled against her cheek. "Do you want me to finish?" One of his hands rubbed her hip, then slid under her to cup her sex. "Are you aching for me yet?"
Winona could only tremble and whimper softly. His hand retreated from her slick curls as he flipped her back onto her back. Crouching over her with his face in shadow, he looked intimidating. His palm flattened over her stomach as he moved down her body.
Expectation and unease warred inside her as his optics flicked up her body to hold her gaze as his glossa slowly stroked her again. When she would have closed her eyes, he snarled low. "Look at me." He demanded as his glossa drove into her and he eagerly ate at her.
She wriggled and trembled as he worked her with his mouth until she felt like she couldn't breathe and then her orgasm blasted through her leaving her feeling drained and sated.
The bed creaked again and she swallowed as he nipped her thigh, her stomach, and her breasts to leave little stings. A whimper escaped her as he shifted over her and his codpiece retracted with a sliding click. She was almost too blissful to care what he was doing until she felt the blunt head of his interface stretching her sex.
Her eyes snapped open to meet his smug expression as he pinned her thighs open and pushed himself against her. "That's it…" His voice roughened as he rocked his hips. "Take me… Every inch…"
She panted as he managed to sheath himself, his interface stretching her almost to the point of pain as he rolled his hips. His mouth latched onto her neck with a rumbling purr as he bucked against her testingly.
Moaning as he started pounding into her with barely restrained control. She looped her legs around him the best she could as her bed creaked warningly with every frantic thrust he made. Winona wished her hands were loose so she could grab onto him as every deep buck of his hips had the blunt head of his interface nudging her core.
The big mech snarled, as she arched and came with a muffled cry. His answering roar nearly deafened her as he started thrusting hard and faster as her muscles clamped down on him. A resounding explosion of sound startled her as the bed collapsed right as Tracks stiffened over her and gripped her throat in his dental plating.
Panting and stunned, it took her a moment to realize they'd broken her bed. The big mech had caught himself so he wasn't crushing her, but she was sure there'd be bruising later. Trying to come down from her high, she'd never enjoyed being bossed around, but damn he could order her around anytime he wanted. She wanted to grin despite the gag and her bound wrists.
A little kink was worth the awesome sex if that's what it took to rev his engine, she thought as he pressed a hungry kiss against her collarbone and she realized he was still rock-hard inside her.
Oh, yeah… she could definitely grow to love bondage.
"Anything useful?" Barricade lounged against the wall, watching Soundwave's larger frame as the Con worked. Sporadically the two returned to the hidden crash site. Barricade would always silently watch Soundwave make his repairs or play with the ship's systems. Today he'd taken to the med bay that had once belonged to Knockout. Like the majority of the Decepticons, Knockout had bailed when everything had gone to slag.
He'd been using Knockout's tools- macabre devices that looked more accustomed to torture than repair. Whatever he was making was small- it would fit easily in his palm.
Curiosity won out as Soundwave turned towards him with a sly glint in his narrow optics. Rumbling softly, Barricade moved closer. "So what the frag is it? A weapon?"
"A toy," Soundwave said slowly, amusement thinly laced through his tone as he turned the device he'd painstakingly replicated over in his clawed hands. "It seems… the Autobots invented something useful…"
Stockholm's syndrome is not your friend, Carly thought ruefully as she paced as far as her leash would allow. It was hard not to though when she depended on her two big alien kidnappers to keep her alive. The fact that they'd left her alone almost all day-naked!- wasn't doing much for her state of mind.
If rescue was going to come, she'd rather it not be when Barricade had flung her damn blanket just out of reach. She leveled a longing glare at the wadded and ratty blanket lying in the dirt.
She curled her legs up against her body, mutely adding a razor to her ever-growing list of wants right under soap and privacy.
The two Cons took decent care of her all things considered she supposed. They remembered to feed her at least once a day and sometimes twice a day. Unless they wanted to play with her, they rarely ever spoke to her or even each other. It seemed to her most of the time that the two aliens weren't even on friendly terms. When they weren't just avidly avoiding each other, their only interaction was growling.
As much as she hated to admit it, she was learning uncomfortable truths about herself in their company. On some level she enjoyed the way they treated her. Her treacherous body always responded to their harsh torment. She got a twisted thrill at their complete domination…
And she was learning about the two Decepticons too. Soundwave rarely spoke and was always in complete control. Any time true emotion showed from him, it was usually followed by a flare of anger at himself that was taken out on her. Barricade though was the polar opposite. The black Decepticon was blatantly easy to read- all smug, barely contained violence.
A low annoyed growl jerked her from her thoughts and she turned warily.
Her mind blanked as she stared up at a Soundwave that was over seven feet tall. Joy, she thought weakly. Now of all times she had to have a psychotic break. The fact that an equally inexplicably 'small' Barricade was right behind him didn't bode well.
Words failed her as she stared at them. Barricade's lips quirked with smug amusement as he circled behind her. "On your knees, slave." Barricade's deep voice purred in her ear.
Wickedly sharp clawed fingers seized her from behind and she gasped softly as Barricade bore her down onto her hands and knees in front of Soundwave. The silvery Con's sinister red optics regarded her almost neutrally, betraying no emotion.
Her eyes shut out of habit as his probes coiled forward to rub against her bare skin. Sharp fingers gripped her chin as he shifted in front of her and she reluctantly opened her eyes to see he'd kneeled in front of her. He still loomed over her as his other hand traced down his armor panels to his codpiece and she swallowed as it retracted with a soft mechanical whirr to reveal his straining interface.
The thick length was startlingly similar to a cock, she realized as he held her jaw and forced her to look. His interface was a darker shade of silver than his armor that's color lightened to a silvery red at the blunt, larger head. The entire length was subtly ridged and its already frightening size widened at the base.
She tore her eyes from his interface to meet his bright optics as he watched her examine him. A low rumble from behind her reminded her that Barricade was right behind her and she shivered as she heard him snarl softly and felt what could only be his own interface rub teasingly against her inner thigh.
Soundwave's hand tightened on her jaw to get her attention as he urged her closer. A dangerously sharp blade of a thumb stroked her cheek as he waited expectantly. It was one thing to be toyed with, but with them on her level it was unnervingly intimate.
She wasn't about to kid herself into thinking they'd let her deny them, though. She shivered as she obediently leaned forward. She was expendable to them- her continued existence always had depended on her obedience.
As she cautiously took Soundwave into her mouth, she was surprised that his metal skin tasted only faintly of metal and mostly of some unknown flavor she couldn't pinpoint. Soundwave gave a soft shuddering growl and his probes rubbed more insistently against her.
Barricade huffed against her bare skin through his vents to startle her as he all-but draped his massive black form over her back. "You like how he tastes?" Barricade's rough voice mocked her as one of his wickedly sharp claws slid between her thighs to rub against her slickening sex. "You're getting off on being dominated, aren't you?"
She shivered as the backside of his claws rubbed maddeningly against her clit. Trembling she gripped Soundwave's interface, stroking him roughly as she rocked herself back against Barricade's hand. A rough, growling crooning escaped Soundwave as she sucked on his interface.
She hated them. She loved them. She moaned, wanting to cry at how good it felt and how much that fact hurt. She was becoming as twisted as they were until she needed their cruelty and control. Barricade snarled darkly and her cry was muffled as his thick interface pressed demandingly against her sex.
Barricade groaned as he rocked his hips frantically, trying to force the tight little femme to take every inch of his interface. As slick as she was, it was still an aching tight fit that had his optics paling with his impending overload before he'd even managed to fully possess her.
He gripped her soft hips as he ground himself against her ass, fighting to last a little longer and really enjoy himself. Fragging Autobots, he thought wickedly as he reared up behind her to thrust experimentally. To think they'd been keeping the mass displacement tech all to themselves, the greedy fraggers. He shuddered as his sensors registered not only how fraggin' tight she was, but how wet.
Totally unlike a Cybertronian femme.
He wasn't complaining though as he started thrusting frantically against her. Her muffled moans and whimpers were music to his audios as he glanced at Soundwave. The normally stoic mech was staring fixedly down at the femme. Barricade kept pounding into her urgently as his own optics trailed down in time to see several inches of Soundwave's interface disappear into her mouth.
His processor stalled as his internal systems kicked in to try and cool himself in a battle he couldn't win. He snarled shakily as his entire frame shuddered with his overload, his visuals momentarily blacking out.
Carly wanted to moan with disappointment as Barricade shuddered over her, already finished and leaving her high and dry. The sound she made was muffled around Soundwave's interface though. The silver Decepticon seemed to smile sharply down at her and she tensed slightly as he shifted away from her.
Behind her Barricade made a rough rhythmic rumble of sound disturbingly like a purr as he pulled out of her. Bereft of the warmth of both their huge frames, she trembled and looked up as Soundwave caressed her jaw.
His claws grazed her cheek, pressing against her until they nearly hurt and she could swear she felt wet blood dribbling down her chin. "You have such expressive eyes." Soundwave's rough voice was deeper than she recalled as he rocked back to sit, his probes roughly seizing and dragging her forward. "Are you afraid?" He crooned softly as he tugged her up to straddle his lap.
She swallowed, realizing that lying would result in punishment that Soundwave would gleefully mete out. "Terrified." She moaned softly as his sharp fangs grazed her soft throat with a rumbling purr.
"Good…"