Movie Star
Authors Note: Oh boy, I'm on a roll with this thing. Too much naughty Autobot kinky-ness going on in my head. People seem to like it, even if the Health Authorities want to stamp 'REJECT' on my forehead and drag me away...
Beware! Optimus & Maggie naughty stuff in this chapter, along with human nakedness. Don't like Transformers getting kinky in human holoforms, don't read.
Chapter 11
Late evening, Autobot base...
Optimus Prime set himself comfortably lying down on his back, laid out on his recharge berth in his quarters. He cocked his head and listened for any sounds coming from either Ironhide's or Ratchet's room.
Nothing. They were quiet tonight.
He stared at the ceiling for a while longer. Gathering courage. He wasn't usually one for experimenting, especially with a form he wasn't yet a master of, but hearing the rapturous screams and moans of pleasure coming from Ratchet (high-pitched, with yelping, and the occasional snarl) and Ironhide (deeper yells, but just as loud, with lots of thumping noises and exclamation's of 'Oh God, that's good') as they played with their human holoforms made him want to know what it was like to achieve overload in human form. The humans were certainly enraptured with it. The groaning, screaming and thrusting was absolutely frenzied.
Closing his optics and concentrating, he materialised next to himself on the recharge berth as the human image he had perfected before; only this time, without clothing. He stretched out some of his holo-muscles, rolling his shoulders, shaking his legs, peering down at his body and examining it. It was certainly large enough. He touched careful fingers to his chest. Poking. Mmmm. Nothing to get aroused about there. In his regular form, a femme touching his chestplates and getting her fingers underneath his armor usually made him writhe with pleasure. His fingertips kneaded and stroked. Nope. No excitement there. Human chests were so flat and sterile, no spark to manipulate and no wires to tweak.
Using feather-light touches, his fingers danced down over the skin of his flat, six-pack abdomen to his groin. The thickness there seemed to be asleep. He still considered it to be on the small side, even if Maggie had insisted it was now a good just-above-normal size, he was used to things involving himself being over-sized. He was one of the biggest Autobots, after all. There was nothing sweet or small about his physique, that was Jazz and Bumblebee's department – and Jazz had put extra 'style' into being small.
Optimus smiled sadly, reflecting. Jazz had put style and personality into everything he'd done. He'd been a brilliant mech. Just brilliant...
With one last stroke of a pointed finger down his moderate length and ending with a twirl around the head, Optimus smirked. Everything about the 'Prime' was meant to be big. He directed a command at his hologram's privates, and the penis lengthened. Not as much as before, but definitely bigger than Maggie had thought appropriate.
Turning his internal eye to the internet, Optimus processed some of the ways and means of causing one's human self to reach overload. Hmmm. Didn't seem like there was much to it. Unlike Cybertronians, a human male's sexual experience all came down to touching and stroking the penis; he had no wires to pull, exposed joints to stroke, and no spark to touch or merge.
He got down carefully to sit on his butt with a grunt and lean his naked hologram back against the armored thick thigh of his regular body, with his knees pulled up in front of him but spread apart enough to give both his eager hands room to move upon his hairless crotch. Time to get to work. And perhaps his 'happy' noises would even eclipse those of the randy Ironhide and Ratchet...
Fifteen minutes later, at the base entrance...
Maggie cautiously made her way to the base rec room, having been dropped off by Sam and Bumblebee. The 'boys' had been on their way to the base, and she had begged a lift. In some timid way and hopeful way, Maggie was hoping she wouldn't need a lift home from them, not if her plans for Optimus worked out as she thought they might.
The woman had been wrestling with herself for the past week. Ever since seeing proof of what Optimus' holoform was capable of in the 'erection' department, and carefully analysing her own reaction to the chaste kiss the Autobot Commander had placed on her forehead at her office, she had come down to the fact that perhaps.. just perhaps... the gentlemanly, polite and hot-as-hot alien male may be interested in test-driving his human holoform... she gulped.. on her. Certainly, the reaction of her body to his presence was very eager. The batteries in her trusty vibrator had been replaced TWICE that week, all due to the way her brain and heart demanded to be with him. Frustrated screaming into her pillow was not something she wanted to get used to.
And why should he not? She'd seen the other two; Ratchet and Ironhide; playing with their human holoforms. Ratchet had been giving Ironhide a head-job for godsakes!
The night she had a wet dream about a naked human Ironhide holding her against the wall and driving her crazy with his crotch buried in hers while he smirked haughtily down at her, she knew she had to approach Optimus. She just couldn't let the opportunity go. She was definitely not going to let Ironhide seduce her into a liaison. No way...
Optimus or nothing. Well... perhaps Bumblebee... she grinned madly.
"Maggie?"
The human woman looked up, realising she was staring without comment at a pair of thick greenish robot legs in front of her face. "OH! Uh, Ratchet?" she blinked a few times. "Hi!" Her fingers waggled up at him. "Do you know where Optimus is, by any chance?"
Ratchet cocked his head, "He was in his quarters last time I checked in with him." The medic raised a directing finger. "Down the hall and turn left. Large blue door."
"You mean... just go down there and, a-and, knock?" Maggie tried to still the trembling of her hands, holding both ends of her laptop and crushing it to her chest. God, she sounded so stupid! Acting like she'd never been near a male before!
"Of course. What is wrong with that? He is always open to visitors." Ratchet left out the fact that his sensors were informing him that she was reeking of hormones signalling she wanted to mate with a male. Was she after Optimus? It wouldn't be the first time a femme tried to get him 'interested' in her. But an organic? That was new.
"...Alright. Thanks, Ratchet." Maggie began walking again. Right, turn left, blue door, and... get the courage to knock on the door to his personal domain!
"Hmmm." Ratchet rubbed his chin, watching her disappear around the corner. It would be interesting to see the outcome of this.
Maggie found the door easily enough. And after telling herself several times over that she as a confident, attractive, adult woman – knocked on the door.
... and got no response.
Maggie frowned. Was he in there? She knocked again, harder. Still nothing.
"He won't hear you, femme. Try it like this." A passing Ironhide halted behind her, reached out and rapped hard enough on the door that Maggie feared he'd break through the metal. The wall shook in time with his 'bashing'.
Both the mech and woman heard a strange sort of groan that sounded vaguely like 'yes.' Ironhide pressed the button to open the door. "There you go, don't know what you want with-" He stopped talking abruptly.
Ironhide blinked. Maggie gasped. Optimus groaned. A groan that definitely was not a welcoming one.
Prime's human holoform was gloriously naked – every masculine muscle outlined and bulging, no fat or sagging skin anywhere - and perched on his own metal thigh, rubbing his excited crotch back and forth against the warm metal, with his human holoform legs spread wide to fit himself over the expanse of his own metallic leg. His wide chest was puffed out and arched, his hands gripping his metal thigh, his eyes closed as his holoform strained to climax. He stopped suddenly when he heard Maggie's loud gasp and shriek.
'Oh no..' Prime turned his head. Ironhide was standing in the doorway. Maggie was next to his feet, looking flabbergasted. 'Whoops.' He cringed. The tip of his massive erection sagged.
Ironhide began laughing, his deep chuckles rumbling around Prime's quarters. "Primus, youngling, you can't stop can you?"
With a growl, Optimus' holoform flickered out, disappearing. The optics of his mech form flashed on and he sat up slowly. His head turned towards them. "Don't you knock?" he demanded.
"We did! You said yes!" Maggie burst out, covering her face with her hands, "God!"
"Not a yes to the question we were asking, though," Ironhide rumbled, grinning. "Should've locked the door if you wanted some personal time, Optimus. Not that Ratch or I would care what you do, you could sit and do that in the rec room for all we'd care about it. Bumblebee though... ouch."
Optimus dropped his gaze to look at the human woman at Ironhide's feet. Maggie had closed her eyes and had her head turned away from him. His spark sank in his chest. "Maggie?"
The femme didn't move. She took a deep breath in and sighed.
Optimus looked back up at his Weapons Specialist, saying quietly, "Ironhide, leave us, please."
"Sure." Ironhide turned around, lifting his feet and being careful not to tread upon Maggie, and left, closing the door behind him. Boy, he had something to tell Ratchet!
The large red and blue mech lifted his legs to swing them over the side of the recharge berth. He sat silently on the edge for a moment, his hands next to his thighs. His metal body creaked and hummed. "Maggie, I apologise. I wasn't paying enough attention to what was happening outside my door. You should not have had to see that." His optics studied the female. She still refused to look at him.
"We must seem very strange to you," Prime said softly.
Maggie's head moved slightly. Her eyes met his optics at an angle, "Not strange. Just.. hard to understand. Men are obsessed with sex. I shouldn't be surprised that male robots are any different." She looked away again, trying to get her thoughts in order. She was shocked by finding him doing... THAT, but her glimpse of him in the throes of making his human self orgasm, seeing his magnificent holoform perched like an angel without wings, every hard muscle on display, an expression of ecstatic wonder on his face with his head tilted back and blue eyes closed...
"Mmm." Optimus studied her. She was tense. Nervous. Shocked. He became angry with himself. Why were they always causing her so much distress? She shouldn't have to feel that way. "Maggie."
No response.
"Maggie."
She turned to look up at him, her pert nose lifted and her eyes appraising. "What?" She jumped and shrank backwards when his holoform re-appeared, this time wearing clothes and standing in front of her, just an arm's length away.
"I have come to understand that the males of Earth do not always understand or consider your feelings in a lot of matters." He paused, his hands clenching and un-clenching by his jean-clad thighs, his glowing blue optics intently watching her from under a jagged dark brown fringe, "but that is not our way. Females are cherished, protected and cared for. It pains me greatly to think of what our behaviour has done to you. I cannot apologise enough."
This time it was his head bowing, his eyes looking at her feet. Ashamed with himself.
Maggie stared at him. Her arms were beginning to ache from the strong hold she had on her laptop held to her chest. She leaned over and let it rest on the ground at her feet. She looked back up at him. He hadn't moved. His head was still bowed. His wide shoulders bent downwards from their usual proud straight line.
He jerked when he felt small fingers begin to insert themselves into the fists of his hands. He looked up. Maggie had closed the distance between them, one of her hands was holding each of his in a gentle clasp, her eyes staring up at him.
"You know, I think you're the most perfect human male I've ever met." She was smiling.
His eyes widened, "Really? You don't... hate me?"
"Hate you?" Maggie 'pffff'ed, "I don't hate you." She reached a hand up to run it through the disarray of his holographic hair, wondering how something so not real could feel so soft and inviting. When she ceased ruffling it, it returned to its former disarray from memory, "You're the nicest, most caring, genuine, most gorgeous," she slid a finger down his forehead and tapped his nose, "man I've ever met."
His lips parted with a surprised 'o'.
Maggie grinned slyly, "And you know what?"
"Er... what?" Optimus responded with a raised eyebrow.
"I think you need a proper, REAL, human woman to show you what this body of yours," she touched his flat, muscle-ripped, abdomen and slid her palm deftly up his flatly muscled t-shirt clad chest, "can do."
Standing on her tiptoes, her hands now on his artificial collarbones, she kissed him. Starting out soft and probing, then harder, demanding a response.
Prime's jaw began to move. His lips shaped themselves to hers. His head dipped down so she didn't have to strain to reach him on her toes.
"Mmmm..." Maggie pulled back, smiling up at him. "Nice."
His eyes searched hers. "Is this what you want? You want us to merge?" His hand came up to touch her cheek, stroking softly. "I am in-experienced in this form, but I can try and give you pleasure."
Maggie snorted, "I'm here to show you how this thing," she softly landed a small fist on the middle of his hard chest, "works. You can, uh, pleasure me afterwards. And it's not a 'merge', or whatever you aliens call it, it's sex."
"Sex." Optimus' lips pouted. "Such a short stunted word. Your language is not as expressive as it could be."
"Oh, really?" she laughed, "and how do you say or what do you call your acts of intimacy?"
Optimus seemed to gather himself. She looked shocked when a beautiful sing-song digital warble of sounds burst forth from his mech form on the bed. "Like that," he said smoothly, with a hint of smugness.
"What did you say?" Maggie asked, stunned, "That was beautiful. Like music."
"I said our 'sex' is referred to as spark-merging, or interfacing, and I asked if a beautiful femme such as yourself would willingly join with me in such an act as you humans perform it." His voice was firm but soft.
"Wow." She touched his cheek, feeling the firmness of the flat plane leading up to his exaggerated cheekbones, her eyes sparkling with dangerous tears. To hide them, she turned her head sideways and rested it upon his chest. "Yes. Yes, I will. Please."
He nodded, cupping a hand to the back of her head and holding her gently. "Thank you. I hope I do not disappoint you." His hand touched her chin, lifting her head from his chest to face him. "And what is this strange concoction you wear on your lips?" His finger traced her mouth, curious.
Maggie laughed, "Lipstick. Most women wear it. You don't like it?"
Optimus cocked his head thinking, "It make your mouth slippery. It does not taste of you. I can detect chemicals, something humans should be wary of, instead of willingly wearing."
The woman burst out laughing, leaning over with her hands on his hips, "Oh God, you guys are hilarious, you know that?" She dragged one hand over her eyes, smearing mascara.
Optimus looked concerned, peering at her smudged make-up, "You have more chemicals on your eyes? This is not good. Stay here." He walked off to another area of his quarters, disappeared, then re-appeared with what looked like a square towel. "Here, hold still." He carefully and gently began to wipe the make-up from Maggie's face.
Maggie stood still, keeping her face up for him and her giggles under control as much as she could. He seemed distressed that she had covered her face in 'chemicals'. When her face was wiped clean he inspected her again, his glowing blue eyes checking her skin closely, nodding to himself. "Much better. You should not do that to yourself. Organics and chemicals do not mix."
"Did Ratchet tell you that?" Maggie asked, touching a finger to his own lips.
"No, it is part of our database programming for any organic species. But I'm sure Ratchet could expand upon it specifically for yours."
Maggie laughed, holding one hand over her mouth. "Aliens. So funny."
Optimus smirked at her, then began looking around his own quarters, "Now, where should we do this 'sex'? On my recharge berth?"
"Do you mean 'berth' as in 'bed'? Is it soft? And how do we get up there?" Maggie queried, snuggling her arms around his narrow waist. She loved touching him. He was so... magnetic. Adorable yet smoulderingly sexy.
"Yes. I have an idea. Hold on. I will not drop you."
"Drop me?" Maggie wondered what he meant, then jerked at seeing Optimus' metal hand begin lowering itself down to them from above their heads. She grabbed onto his holoform. "Are you controlling that?!"
"It is the real 'me', Maggie. Of course I am. Please hold onto my holoform. How else are we to get up there?" Optimus was concentrating, keeping his attention carefully split between his holoform self, and commanding his hand and arm to pick them up.
Maggie hung onto his waist tightly, plastering herself to his body. Optimus supported her as he stepped onto the palm of his own hand and got it to rise up to the berth above them. Maggie didn't dare look down until he helped her off his hand. He was right, the surface under her feet was padded.
"You can let go now." His hands rubbed at her arms soothingly. "It is understandable that humans do not like heights. Your bodies are so fragile. Falling means death."
Maggie looked him straight between the eyes with raised eyebrows, "Such romantic words."
"Mmm. Wait one second." Prime's eyelids shuttered down, his forehead creased, and then Maggie found herself leaning against his un-clothed body. A naked Optimus Prime.
"Oh my God..." Maggie tensed, holding herself away from the curves and hard lines of his buff body. "You could warn a girl, first!"
"I am sorry," Optimus smiled down at her, his eyes glowing like a weird form of ET, "but I am now ready to begin." His hands went to her shirt, beginning to carefully pull it from her shoulders, "Let me help you with your clothing. You cannot phase it out of existence like I can."
Maggie scrunched up her face and stood still while he stripped her shirt and singlet from her upper body. She helpfully stepped out of her pants when his agile fingers un-zipped them, kicking off her shoes, leaving her in bra and panties only. His fingers brushed at her covered crotch curiously, his head angling to the side to look down. She pushed him away shyly, then began fumbling behind her back to un-do her bra.
"Allow me." He grasped her shoulders, turned her around, and peered at the contraption. "Hmmm." He flash goggled the internet, gained some helpful instruction, and managed to un-do the unfamiliar clasps. His hands lifted the straps away from her, and she grabbed it from the front, dropping it to the ground.
He reached for the last item of clothing she was wearing – her panties – but she turned to face him and stopped him with one hand firmly on his chest. Then she looked down at his crotch. His bare crotch.
"You've made yourself bigger again," she said, referring to the length of his penis. She watched the corded muscle of his thighs ripple as he shifted uneasily. He knew she'd notice.
"I... prefer it that way," he murmured sheepishly, joining her in looking down at his length hanging between his legs.
Maggie smirked, rolling her eyes, "You really are a man, aren't you? Things always have to be bigger and better."
"Why, yes. That is the point of being male." His smile was cocky.
The woman looked down at her feet, shifting nervously, then she rubbed her bare arms. It was a bit cold in here. "Do you have heating? All this metal you guys have makes things pretty cold."
In response, the surface under her feet began to warm up. Air currents of warmth rose around her, making wisps of her blonde hair float. She looked at him with surprise.
"The berth can be heated. You don't think we enjoy being cold during recharge, do you?" Optimus said cheekily. "Our systems are more efficient when kept at an even temperature."
Maggie stepped close to him and he looked down into her face. "You can be very clinical and commanderish sometimes, you know that?"
He opened his mouth to reply but she covered it with the whole of one hand. "No more talking and dissecting the strange things humans do." She slid her hand from his mouth. "Let's do some exploring instead..."
Optimus pulled her abruptly closer to him, making her feel every ridge and plane of his holoform, putting on his best seductive expression, with his lowered voice humming pleasantly in her ears, "I like the sound of that..."
NEXT: Optimus Prime and Maggie get horizontal. And Bumblebee discovers a few things that he didn't want to know.