Pleasure

Another Fetching Job

Sigh, yet another 'test' from my 'great' leader! Raptor though with disgust; as Galvatron detailed another Autobot item that he wanted her to retrieve for him. He had found her penitence for solo missions to be of great service to him; and the destruction that generally be felled the Autobots caught in the middle – just served to add to his pleasure. So once again, she was pulled off of her 'Training Officer' duties and given a 'fetching job' to do. Granted, these little missions also make the ranks respect my skills all the more! She snickered inside.

She went by the munitions depot, and requested the particular missiles she felt like using on this one. Transforming into Jet mode, the gray/green F-22 waited patiently for the Combaticons to hurry up and arm her.

"I see that you are off again, great Bounty Hunter!" Cyclonus's deep voice observed, as his imposing air frame rounded the corner.

"Ah, yes, a fun little break from work!" She chuckled, "maybe you should leave a little free time in your schedule for when I return?"

He paused, always a little taken aback by her straight forwardness concerning overloading. "Hmm, need a little change from your primary lover?"

She snickered, since he was so blatantly referring to her normal 'toying' with Galvatron. Yet, both of them knew it was her way to keep the leader's sadistic optics off of her favorite lover: Cyclonus. "I'm just a high-maintenance Seeker, you know." Her tone got a sultry tinge to it; "No single male could ever – fully – satiate me!"

He chuckled; "I'll leave an evening open, and anticipate your swift return."

Then he ran his fingers sensuously along her wingtip as the great huntress turned and taxied by him on her way out. He could feel her smile as she roared off into the black cosmos.

Locking the coordinates in for the last known location of the Autobot shuttle, she planned her route of teleportation. Then the plasma of warp phase oozed around her, as she crossed those light years in the blink of an eye! Coming out of warp phase, fully cloaked, she warily scanned the region around her. Energy reserves – 80, Missiles – armed, Laser weapon systems – fully functional. She went through her battle system check list, her three minicon passengers checking her peripheral systems. 'All good; Let's go hunting my friends!' she announced; her diminutive 'friends' cooing happily in their encrypted language.

Boring Transport

'Shuttle 5 to Terion-9, we are enroute and on schedule,' Sideswipe radioed. Sitting back with his hands latched behind his head he looked over at his yellow friend.

"I sure hope they've got a better grade of wax than this slaggin' crap!" Sunstreaker griped in frustration, as he was trying to pass the time by giving himself the gleaming shine he was so well known for. And the wax he was using was just – pathetic!

The red and black Autobot chuckled. "Well, look at it this way. If they don't, at least their star is not very bright! So no one will even notice!"

Sunstreaker glared at his brother. "Just because SOME Autobots don't care if they're as dull plated as Raptor – doesn't mean the rest of us are!" He snorted derisively at Sideswipe.

Sideswipe just laughed, since everyone knew that there was a damn good reason that Decepticon female never had a shine – if she did – they'd be able to get a radar fix on her! But, if it made Sunstreaker feel better, then let him compare his beautifully maintained chassis to that one's. "I'll be happy if we don't have to SEE that dull-plated air frame on this trip!"

The gleaming Autobot finally gave up on trying to achieve the perfect buff, and leaned back. "I don't know, I'd love to put a few rounds in her. Give her fuselage that 'well-worn' look," he snickered.

"You and me both, brother!" Sideswipe agreed. Knowing that it was best they didn't see her, because they'd have even more of a 'well-worn' look out of it!

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Unseen, Raptor was patiently tracking her quarry. She was strategically waiting for the Autobot shuttle to enter the asteroid belt that was along its route. For the belt was well-known for causing major radio interference, thus, no one would expect to hear from the shuttle until it's scheduled exit from the belt.

She quietly teleported onboard, keeping her cloaking engaged, and studied the two Autobots. As they referenced her, she had to chuckle; Yes, she had made quiet a reputation amongst the Autobots, hadn't she? Looking with interest at the smaller ground Mechs, an idea came to her mind. Yes, I've enjoyed just Decepticon Mechs for way to long – maybe it's time for a little taste of Autobots? A smug smile of anticipation crossed her invisible façade. As she made her plans to accomplish the mission, and have a little 'fun' as well!

"We're entering Asteroid belt 0-9840-D, expect to resume radio contact in 3 stellar hours, out." Sideswipe radioed to Terion-9. As they acknowledged, he casually looked over at Sunstreaker, a big grin crossing his face. "You know, it'll be a little bumpy but automatic pilot is going to take us through anyway."

A knowing look passed over the shimmering yellow bot's face. He smiled invitingly.

Suddenly, Sunstreaker found his arms pinned to his sides as a bolt of electricity tore through him knocking most of his systems offline in an instant! He felt smooth metal arms encircle his helpless chassis as the Star saber was held to his throat.

In shock, Sideswipe stood there with his weapon pointed at his brother, held captive in the arms of the lithe, dull gray/green Seeker. The Decepticon symbols the only part of her paint job with a shine to it. Her brilliant crimson orbs locked with his pale blue. "Might I suggest that you toss your weapon to me? That is, if you would like Sunstreaker's head to remain attached to his chassis?" she purred, a smile crossing her face.

Sideswipe glared at her. "Why should I believe that you'll keep his head there, even if I give you my weapon?" he challenged.

She chuckled. "My dear Autobot, if I was into destroying helpless foes, than your Skydive would've been deactivated a long time ago!"

She was referring to her well-known abduction and subsequant return of the Aerialbot; and Sideswipe knew she was being completely honest with her statement. He grudgingly threw his weapon at her thrusters.

Swiftly, she threw down the bound and almost deactivated Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe found the Star Saber digging into his windshield. "I thought you weren't into destroying unarmed foes?" he said coldly to her, his blue optics challenging her.

She walked close to him, her Saber held tightly to his throat. "Hmmm, but a little pleasure doesn't cause THAT much damage!" she purred; a sly smile crossed her lips.

His optics widened at her connotation. He flung himself backwards, trying to get the blade off his throat – so that he could figure out a way to fight her! But he wasn't swift enough, and the limber Seeker grabbed the smaller Mech and slammed him into the bulkhead. Then she was upon him, holding him down with her weight, his arms crossed above his head – locked down on the floor by one of her hands. Her lips silenced him as her fingers deftly worked their way along his primary sensory array. His fear and rage mixed with the electric sensations of sensory over stimulation, he fought the sensations, tried to regain control, but suddenly the overload hit him and the world went black.

Sunstreaker watched helplessly as Raptor took his brother. His systems were slowly coming online after the shock of his almost electrocution, but he was still bound with stout energy cables. He watched in loathing, as the dull Gray/green jet bound Sideswipe after he knocked himself out in his overload. She turned and her optics narrowed as she studied the yellow Autobot's gleaming façade.

Coming over to him, she effortlessly lifted him into one of the shuttle's command seats. He shivered with disgust as she ran her fingers lightly across his gleaming hood. "I don't think a single Decepticon Mech keeps his chassis nearly as perfect as you do;" she complimented, putting a finger across his lips to stop his sarcastic reply. "Hmm, I'll be careful, would hate to put a scratch on your beautiful work! So nice to enjoy such a well-polished chassis!"

She silenced his protests with her lips, and unbelievably he found himself responding to her touch as his brother had!

Sideswipe was coming back online as Raptor was stowing the equipment that Galvatron had requested; into one of her belly bays. She smiled warmly at him. "It is so much more fulfilling to have enjoyed the pleasure of conflict – instead of the pain," she chuckled.

"You don't have the guts to face us both in battle, you bitch!" the red and black Autobot growled.

She smiled smugly, and lifted him up against the bulkhead. Forcefully, she took his lips again, and then whispered in his audio receptor: "You and I both know, that you're damned lucky I wasn't in the mood to destroy you." She ran her hand down his undamaged hood, enjoying his shudder of discomfort. "Because if I had been, you would no longer be able to enjoy this touch!"

She smiled, as she let him slide to the floor. "By the way, if I were you two, I'd make sure to roll into the Port bulkhead!" And in a blink, she was gone.

The groggy Sunstreaker and Sideswipe barely rolled to the Port bulkhead in time, as missiles destroyed the Starboard side of the shuttle. As the shuttle rolled uncontrollably out of the Asteroid belt, the automatic SOS signal was picked up by multiple Allied bases.

Sideswipe looked at his brother, neither one would ever want to admit what Raptor had done with them. But, deep inside – both of them would've rather had that, than almost certain death.

"At least she didn't scratch my paintjob!" Sunstreaker humphed in disgust. Still shuddering at the thought of that dull paintjob touching his beautiful chassis.

Sideswipe shrugged and gave a sarcastic grin. "At least we both still have our paintjobs intact!"

"Power-greedy Bitch!" the gleaming Autobot mumbled.

Sideswipe just sighed resignedly in his bonds. It hadn't been that bad. It had been much more enjoyable than a battle with her would've been…

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