Author's note. A nice smexy chapter for you all, hope you enjoy.

Find out the aftermath of Moonracer's night with Skywarp and how Firestar's first time with the Combaticons goes.

Enjoy and please review.

Moonracer's POV.

When the jade coloured Femme woke, she was very sleepy, very warm and had a throbbing helm ache. She simply lay there, wondering why she had drunk so much last night, when she always felt like this the next morning.

She felt a weight on her but didn't react. Skywarp liked to cuddle up to her as she slept, no doubt hoping she would become more responsive to his advance. Ha, fat chance. There was no way in the Pit that was ever going to happen.

She idly on-lined her optics and glanced down at the Seeker resting his head on her chest. He had a silly expression on his face, a sort of gleeful smugness. She wondered why that was.

Her answer came as feeling suddenly returned to her body in a flash.

"Ah," she cried as she realised there was something within her. Or rather someone.

She started to tremble, this wasn't right, how could he be in her? But then the events of last night washed over her in a sudden rush.

Flashback.

As she panted below him, Skywarp grinned before thrusting into her. She gasped at the sensations, it had been so long since she'd had a Mech inside her. She moaned with pleasure, she needed this, she really needed this.

Still grinning with triumph, Skywarp started to thrust, in and out. She writhed below him, gasping at each fresh thrust.

"Oh Skywarp, oh, oh,"

"You like that, huh?" he teased bending to kiss her.

She eagerly met his kiss, letting his hot glossia ravage her mouth. Her hands clutched tightly at his neck and he steadily thrust into her. Primus, but she'd missed this so much, why had she gone so long without it?

"More, Mooney?" he asked, his red optics alight with lust.

"Yes, oh yes, more," she begged and he obliged.

She bucked into his body, wanting more, needing more. He purred with pleasure as her Port tightened around his Spike, making him thrust harder. She gasped and moaned as he went deeper and deeper into her.

When they came, they came hard. Moonracer went first, practically screaming as overload hit her. Skywarp wasn't long until he went as well, pumping trans-fluid deep within her. He then slumped down with deep satisfaction.

"Mmm, baby, that was nice," he purred as he nuzzled her neck.

She giggled as she panted.

"Yeah, that would be nice. I haven't done this in ages."

"Hmm, I couldn't tell, you were so good," he teased before running his glossia across her chassis.

She giggled again, he was so silly sometimes. He started to stroke her side and she shivered with pleasure, causing him to smile.

"I knew you'd enjoy it if you only let me," he said softly before saying slyly.

"Want to do it again?"

She nodded eagerly. He laughed as he cried.

"All right,"

And plunged deep within her once again.

End of Flashback.

She started to tremble violently, they had interfaced several times during the night. Eventually, they had fallen asleep, utterly exhausted after all their overloads.

"Oh, oh Primus," she gasped, tears starting to blossom from her optics.

She'd just cheated on her loving, faithful mate and what was worse she'd done it willingly. Sue, she might have been drunk but that hadn't stopped her from telling that Seeker she wanted it. Oh Primus, she'd just wanted to feel loved again.

With an effort, she shoved Skywarp off her and curled up into a ball, crying. At first, Skywarp just lay on his back, snoring slightly. But as her sobs became louder, he started to stir and slowly come awake.

"Hmm, was that?" he mumbled as he on-lined his optics to find Moonracer lying with her back to him.

He grinned and stroked her side.

"Hey baby, how's it going?"

It was only now he saw she was shaking with sobs. He frowned and touched her again.

"Moony, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" she sobbed, turning to face him, tears pouring down her face.

"Your what's wrong. You...you damn Seeker!"

"Huh," Skywarp said utterly confused. "I don't understand, what happened?"

"You happened, you happened," she yelled at him, giving him a hard shove.

She buried her face in her hands.

"I-I'm mated, to the kindest, sweetest Mech there is. And I slept with you."

She collapsed onto the berth, sobbing even harder. Skywarp just sat there, propping himself up with one elbow.

"But...you liked it?" he finally said, unable to fully understand why she was crying.

"You wanted me to do this and we had a great time. Why are you...?"

"Because you're not my mate," she screamed at him, fury in her optics. She started to hit him with her fists and he reeled back from her blows.

"And I was drunk, you slagger, drunk out of my processor and you knew it. You took advantage of me, when you knew I didn't truly want this."

But at this point, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

"No," he growled softly. "You wanted this, drunk or not, you told me you wanted me. Even though you've got a mate, you still wanted me."

As she stared angrily at him, he continued.

"Besides, he hasn't had you in so long, you were desperate for me to take you. So much so, you were jealous of other Femmes wanting me."

The anger fled from her face as her lip started to tremble. He was still scowling at her but his gaze softened slightly.

"Hey, it's not so bad. Not as though we have to tell anyone, it can be our little secret."

For a moment, it looked like she might agree with him. And then she smacked him right across the face. He let go of her and clutched at his face as she rolled out of bed.

"You...fragger," she hissed in cold fury as she started picking up her armour.

"I thought Cons were low but I never thought you were this low."

She roughly reattached her two piece armour before straightening to her full height. As he stared at her, she hissed.

"If I never see you again, it'll be too soon."

And turned on her heels and strode angrily towards the door. But just as she opened it, she turned back to face him and yelled.

"Wheeljack could make me come twice in an overload."

And with that, walked out and slammed the door.

The previous night.

Firestar's POV.

Firestar sighed softly as she sat on Onslaught's lap. The party was in full swing but she was feeling rather restless. Everyone seemed to be having loads of fun but her. Well, Elita looked like she'd rather be on someone else's lap but despite that she still had a smile.

Darklight was flirting with Starscream who had a smug smile on her face. Arcee was snuggling up to Thundercracker and tucking into Energon treats. Firestar smiled, only a Youngling like that could get away with eating that many sweets without being sick.

Soundwave and Echo had by this time disappeared an no one was in any doubt where to. He'd left his creations behind and they all had smug looks on their faces. It was clear they approved of Soundwave's choice in a Femme.

Chromia was meanwhile still having her drinking contest with some Mechs. And winning. The losers were quickly learning that she was the wrong Femme to get drunk as she became violent when any of them tried to grope her. Their cries of pain only amused the others.

She wasn't sure what had happened to Moonracer and Skywarp, the Seeker had probably taken her away. It was highly unlikely the two of them would get up to anything though. Moonracer had made it clear she was never sleeping with him.

She sighed and considered the Mechs she had to serve.

It was hard work serving a Gesalt, she couldn't concentrate on one Mech alone. She had to get up extra early to clean up their shared quarters. She would then set their Energon, ready for them to drink once they'd gotten up.

Swindle tended to be up first, he sometime liked to sneak off base early in the morning to do whose knows what. She knew he often returned with merchandise but he never spoke of where he'd gotten it from to her. He actually didn't have to much to do with him, because if he was in the Combaticons quarters, he tended to be scrolling through data pads or on a computer.

The next to rise was normally Blast Off, he liked to keep a regular schedule. Being a Shuttle, he sometimes went away on long trips meaning he naturally had to be up early for them. He seemed a rather lonely sort of Mech, she always seemed to see him sitting alone. Sometimes, she wondered if she should try and talk to him but it was awkward starting a conversation.

After the first two, it tended to vary who was up next. Onslaught liked to sleep in every other day so it was hard to judge when he'd appear. Brawl and Vortex were quite lazy so they tended to appear just before they were all meant to be up.

So far, they hadn't bothered her as far as interface was concerned but she knew this wouldn't last. She had seen them eyeing her up, it was just that none of them had really acted on it. This might have something to do with the fact, they always seemed to have something on the go, a project or plan.

She wasn't sure if she was worried by this idea of them wanting to interface with her, or secretly thrilled. Unlike the others, she wasn't a Youngling or a Bonded Femme, she was an experienced Femme who had had several partners in her time. In fact, she was the only one of their little group, excepting for Darklight who had regularly interfaced for the past three million years or so.

She simply hadn't found the right Mech for her, so relationships ultimately didn't last. So, she was an available Femme who had every right to become involved with one of these Mechs, even though they were Decepticons.

She found that she was slightly attracted to a couple of them but she had never allowed this to grow. She didn't want to seem vulnerable or easy, besides, these traits just weren't in her programming.

She was brought out of these thoughts by Vortex grumbling.

"This is getting boring."

"Really, I thought you enjoyed seeing Brawl get beat up by a Femme," Blast Off said with a raised optic brow.

Vortex shrugged.

"I do, but I'm still bored. Where's everyone going anyway?"

"I assume some are so overcharged, their just stumbling off to bed," Swindle said in his deceptively warm voice.

"While others are enjoying some Female company,"

Onslaught now chuckled.

"Are you referring to our dear TIC? He had become rather attached to that Femme, hasn't he?"

"And she to him," Swindle said delicately. "Wonder how long until Soundwave has another creation to add to his brood?"

The Mechs all chuckled at this while Firestar rolled her optics. Although it was a fair point.

"It is no matter," Swindle said. "After all, we have our own, don't we?"

They all fixed their gaze on Firestar who tried not to become uncomfortable. Onslaught stroked her side slightly, he seemed to be considering this. Finally, he said.

"Blast Off, collect Brawl, tell him that if he wants to sleep in our quarters tonight, he'd better come with us now."

Blast Off nodded and stood to his feet before striding over to where Brawl was. The others got up as well, Onslaught scooping Firestar into his arms. Firestar tensed, the moment had come when they were going to make a move on her.

Blast Off managed to drag Brawl away and soon all five Mechs plus one Femme were making their way to the Combaticon quarters. They entered and Onslaught placed Firestar on one of the couches. She stared up at her as they regarded her.

"Well how should we proceed?" Swindle asked softly as Brawl looked confused.

"What are we doing," he asked as Firestar snorted.

"Am I getting a say in this?" she asked softly.

"You can decide where," Vortex said with a grin but Onslaught held up a hand.

"Now, now, we're all adults here. And as such, we shall discuss this."

He stared down at her before saying.

"You are neither Bonded nor a Fem-child. You can easily interface with us. The question is, is there a particular reason you don't want to?"

She paused as she tried to think of one. But to her surprise, nothing was forefront in her mind. She found Swindle to be a bit oily at times, not to mention he kept trying to get her to buy something. And Brawl had a short temper, Vortex enjoyed others pain a bit too much, Blast Off was confusing and Onslaught was always pouring over plans.

But apart from these small personality traits, she couldn't really think of anything. Onslaught smirked in triumph as she didn't immediately answer his question.

"So, you are not totally adverse to the idea of sleeping with us."

She now raised an optic brow.

"Aren't you adverse to me sleeping with more than one of you?"

"We're a Gesalt, we share a lot of stuff," Blast Off said quietly.

"Including Femmes if need be."

She trembled slightly at the thought. She had actually heard of Gesalt's sharing Femmes but the idea of sleeping with more than one Mech in one night felt strange. She was not a loose Femme so she'd never ever done anything like this before.

"Are you scared Femme?" Vortex asked with a grin but a look from Onslaught silenced him.

"Perhaps I'm nervous," she admitted. "Most Femmes wouldn't sleep with more than one."

They chuckled.

"We won't think less of you, we don't function like that," Onslaught said softly.

"We'll make it worth your while if you're good," Swindle added, it seemed he couldn't resist trying to sell a deal.

She considered this and then smiled.

"Alright," she said softly as they looked eager. "I'll make sure you all have a good time, if you do me a little favour."

"And that favour would that be?" Onslaught asked cautiously.

"It's simple really," she said with a shrug. "Get Chromia and Ironhide together."

There was a shocked silence after this, whatever they had been expecting, it hadn't been that.

"Chromia's dying to interface and she won't do it with anyone other than her mate," Firestar explained. "She always been a good friend to me, I'd like to do her a favour."

"Are you crazy Femme?" Brawl burst out. "That'll blow the whole deal out of the water, Megatron doesn't want the Autobots knowing about you."

She gave a small shrug.

"You'll just have to think of a way to get Ironhide without him realising that's going on."

She gave them a sly grin.

"Think of it as a challage."

"Little minx," Blast Off growled, his optics becoming alive with lust.

"It'll make Chromia less violent," Firestar pointed out, looking pointedly at Brawl's battered frame.

"Alright," Onslaught said after looking at Swindle who had nodded. "We will find a way for them to be together without compromising the situation. But in return my dear Firestar, you have to interface with the five of us. Starting with me."

"Alright," she said quietly, feeling herself start to heat up, thought thankfully, this wasn't visible.

"Excellent," Onslaught purred as he moved closer to her.

"Now little Femme, you must strip for us, in the centre of the room. And then we will do the same."

She slowly got off the couch and went to where Onslaught indicated. With five sets of optics raking her body, she slowly began to undo the catches on her armour. They made noises as she tremulously did this, and her body started to heat up.

They moaned as she revealed her bare and very generous Chassis. But as she took off the rest, their moans became groans of want. She neatly put her armour to one side as they started taking off their armour. She was now treated to five, strong looking bodies that seemed to exude power.

Onslaught came forward first, his arousal clear and he wrapped arms around her and drew her close. She couldn't prevent a moan escaping as she felt how hot he was already. His lips pressed to hers and she allowed his glossia to slip in.

She gasped as she felt someone else come up behind her, she thought it might be Brawl. Onslaught growled slightly, making it clear he was going to get first go. But all Brawl did was to tease her neck, his denta delicately nipping sensitive wires.

She moaned into Onslaught's mouth as this happened, she was becoming hotter by the moment. Onslaught smiled slyly before suddenly thrusting into her. She gasped out loud, holding tightly onto him as her Port got used to the large mass within her.

"T-thought I could decide where we do this?" she said, panting as her whole body ached with want.

"Perhaps another time," Onslaught teased as he started to thrust.

She was dimly aware of the others rubbing themselves as they watched, she was being overcome with sensations. She'd never tried this standing up and what a feeling it was. Her Port was stimulated to a point she thought she'd scream.

In fact, her cried were pretty loud already and they only encouraged the Combaticon leader. He went at her even harder, determined to make both of them overload hard and fast. And he would succeed.

"Ahhh," she finally screamed as she overloaded before shuddering as he pumped hard into her.

"Ohh," she moaned as Onslaught slipped out of her. He chuckled, supporting her as her legs were suddenly very weak.

"My turn," a voice growled from behind her and suddenly she felt a hard Spike against her aft.

"Be a good Femme," Brawl growled as he nudged her forward. "And bend over for me."

She found herself against a table and she bent over it, bracing herself firmly against the table. This she had tried before and she knew he could go very deep. And he did indeed on deep as he thrust into her Port from behind.

Gripping her hips tightly, he started to thrust her into the table, growling as he did so. She moaned, condensation running down her frame as she was fragged. Overload seemed ever harder as Brawl pumped his load deep within her.

She was slumped on the table when Swindle drew her away.

"I prefer something a little different," he said softly as he got her to kneel on a mat and stood braced in front of her.

She was in no doubt what he wanted so she carefully took his hardened Spike and slipped it into her mouth. He grunted and moaned as she sucked, being careful to swallow when necessary. Her Port was allowed to recover from the fragging she'd received while she gave Swindle oral.

Finally, he shuddered and came into her mouth. She deftly swallowed, wondering who was going to be next. So far, she was enjoying herself even though it was a little disconcerting to change from one partner to the next.

Hands seized hold her arms and forced them behind her back. Before she could do or say anything, they had been tied behind her back. She turned to see Vortex grinning down at her. With a smug smile, he said.

"I like mine to be tied up,"

Before she could protest, he was making her lie down on the mat, and getting between her legs. Looming over her, he said.

"Onslaught told me not to use a gag so I want you to moan and whimper as I frag you. Got that?"

"Y-yes," she said, optics wide.

He was rough when he thrust in and started pounding into her but not so much that it hurt. She did as he asked and allowed little moans and whimpers to escape her lips. This made him snarl with satisfaction as he carried on until she was brought to overload.

She lay bound and helpless on the floor as Vortex slipped out of her and collapsed with a grunt of pleasure. She knew there was just one left, Blast Off. He carefully dropped beside her and lifting her up, untied her bonds. She gratefully, rubbed them, they had been tight.

She was very tired by now and didn't think she could take another new position but Blast Off simply slipped between her legs as she lay there. He looked into her optics and said.

"I don't like anything fancy, I just like simple interfacing."

And then he made love to her and she decided that simple it maybe, but to her it was the best.

Author's note. Can Swindle and the others find a way for Chromia and Ironhide to be together? What about Moonracer and Skywarp? Find out next time, until then.