Feminine Troubles 5: Shenanigans
Prime looked gravely at her officers, arrayed around the table in the conference room.
"Too dangerous."
"No slaggin' way."
"Prahm, it's a trap."
"We don't know what he's planning, boss bot."
Prime sighed. "I do not believe that it is a trap this time. Megatron has always been unhappy when he is out of the loop on major events. It is better that I meet with him then that he feel he needs to capture one of us for information. I do not think I need to remind any of you that becoming a Decepticon prisoner might mean something much worse now than it used to."
A low, feral growl rumbled out of Ironhide's chassis. It was astonishing how much the former mech now resembled a female grizzly bear in temperament. Over the past few days, Optimus had slowly come to the conclusion that the Change hadn't really weakened them as much as she originally thought.
Hound had made a joke the other day about the Lamborghinis acting like a pride of female lions who didn't happen to have a male. That had garnered her some pretty strange looks, but Optimus couldn't really dispute it
Somehow, the twins just seemed considerably more predatory than they used to. Optimus was quite certain that had she still been a mech, even she would have found it a huge turn-on. They weren't the only ones who seemed somehow more…primal than they did before. Even the normally non-threatening Red Alert seemed strangely feral.
The Prime had absolutely no idea if that was normal for femmes or not. Was it possible that sweet, reasonable Elita had an alarming savage streak that her bond-mate had been unaware of? Certainly they had been at war and separated for a long time, and young Orion Pax had perhaps not been the galaxy's most emotionally astute young mech, but still…Had Optimus been totally missing a major part of femme programming and temperament for her entire early existence?
Definitely something to discuss with Elita next time she saw her.
Perhaps it was all one of Primus's mysteries. Right along with why in the galaxy the matrix had remade the entire Autobot army into females. At first, she had thought they were doomed to immediately loose the war, prey to their new physical weakness, but apparently she had been wrong on multiple counts.
A few days earlier, Cliffjumper had been cornered by Dirge, and instead of being squashed like a bug or captured, she had handily smacked the seeker down and, er, "shown him who was boss." Normally, Prime would have ordered an inquest into Cliffjumper's behavior, which was not exactly in keeping with the Autobot Rules of War. However, a spark-felt thank-you note and bouquet of aluminum-sheet origami roses that been dropped off, addressed to the minibot with Dirge's comm fequency attached.
Optimus wisely decided to let them work it out themselves, as long as it didn't interfere with the war effort.
Jumper still maintained that she had no idea what had come over her. Given how hard she heat-flushed every time it was mentioned, the Prime was willing to believe her. She might have considered the whole thing a fluke if a similar episode had not occurred with Smokescreen and Brawl, of all mechs.
For the most part, it seemed that the Autobots hadn't been weakened by the Change. The Matrix knew what it was doing. She should have had more faith. Optimus-the-mech had asked Primus for a solution to the destruction of their civilization, and this had been the answer. Primus had made the Autobots into femmes for a reason, not the Decepticons, but the Autobots. Obviously there would be benefits to their new state.
Of course, there was the obvious. Femmes were capable of spark budding, and supporting a newspark against their own spark until it was strong enough to be transplanted into a small protoform. Unlike the more mature, robust sparks that came from the Allspark, femme-carried newsparks took decades to mature and needed huge amounts of energy and care. The newspark had to start its life in a small protoform, and would be gradually upgraded as the spark matured and grew able to support an adult frame.
However, this required some input from a mech, and at this point, all of the available mechs were Decepticons.
Optimus acknowledged to herself that acquiring the CNA and spark energy of Decepticon mechs was unlikely to be much of a challenge. The enemy soldiers had to be even more lonely than her own troops, who had considerably closer interpersonal bonds with one another as well as occasional contact with the remaining femmes on Cybertron. All any of them would have to do would be to capture a Decepticon and flirt a little bit. Optimus was fairly sure that if Bluestreak so much as batted her optics at a mech, he's fall at her feet in a puddle of goo. It was the rest of the situation that was problematic.
Carrying femmes required a lot of resources, and could not be subjected to undue stress. A primary reason that there had been few to no sparklings in the ranks was that war made successful budding and spark carrying almost impossible. Simply put, they couldn't have sparklings and fight battles at the same time.
A non-carrying femme was much more energy efficient than a mech. The base's overall energy consumption had dropped precipitously since their change. It was one reason the original femmes had stayed on war-ravaged Cybertron. They could survive on levels of energon that would have left mechs non functional. Their reproductive systems would have been off-line for many vorns though, inactive due to lack of sufficient sustenance. A Cybertonian's body automatically shut down non-critical functions if it needed the resources for basic survival.
One positive thing about the current situation was that they didn't really have to worry about being captured and forced to breed. Under emotionally taxing conditions, a femme would be unable to carry, and besides, to conceive, a femme had to have multiple overloads, and a great deal of excess energy available. None of the necessary conditions were likely to be met for a femme who was a Decepticon prisoner.
Fortunately, Megatron was fully aware of this.
The Decepticons seemed to by shying away from direct confrontation lately, though they had considerably stepped up their surveillance efforts. Ciffjumper had winged Buzzsaw with her sidearm just yesterday as the mini-con had lurked near the outdoor cleaning station. It was where those returning from muddy or dusty patrols could hose the worst of the grime off before entering the ship.
It was, to say the least, not a very good locale for acquiring important strategic information. Observing femmes hosing each other off yes, information, no.
The EM disruptor net flew out and tangled the blue seeker, causing him to crumple to the ground with a startled squawk.
Before Thundercracker could do much more than curse and flail like a hawk in a butterfly net, he was tackled and pinned by a pair of lithe but extremely heavy shapes. Suddenly, there was a curvy sports car kneeling somewhat painfully on each wing and holding his hands against the earth.
"Hey", purred the golden twin in a soft, breathy voice that a watching human (if there had been one) would have immediately recognized as lifted from old Marilyn Monroe movies; "Nice wings. Wanna frag?"
"Sunny!"
"What, you said it would work!"
"Um!" Thundercracker squeaked.
"Don't worry" a seductively husky voice purred in his audio. "We're not going to bite. Unless you request it, of course."
Dark fingers ran along his vents, began to trace the seams of his armor. The red twin vented hot against his audio again, making the seeker squirm. He didn't know whether to be thrilled or terrified. Some Earth species had females who killed their mates after interfacing, and much as he was enjoying the slender fingers teasing his transformation seams…
Oh, ohhh that was nice…
Wait a click! These were the same mechs who once tore Starscream's wings off! And they were still kneeling on him!
"My wings" he gasped,
"Opps." The yellow warrior murmured, still in that breathy, seductive tone. "Sorry about that. Just figured we'd do better to keep you from flying anywhere for a few clicks. So how 'bout it?" She shifted off his wing, kneeling above his head, still pressing down on his wrist. Sideswipe passed his other hand to her sister, and switched positions so that she was straddling his waist.
Now the yellow Autobot held both of his arms pinned over his head, with a firm grip that didn't hurt, but also didn't feel like it could be easily broken. Her sister was straddling his hips and resting her servos on his chest. She was warm against the glass of his cockpit, and her slender clawless fingers seemed terribly exotic compared to the thick, sharp digits he was used to from 'facing other Decepticons.
Thundercracker was glad to have the painful pressure off of his sensitive, sensor rich wings. Having the Autobot's smooth curving plating pressing against his torso was far nicer. They were still holding him in a submissive, vulnerable position, but they weren't hurting him now, and the lovely golden frontliner was nuzzling the vulnerable inside of his elbow joint…His engine gave an involuntary rev.
"Wha- what are you going to do to me if I say no?" He gasped, acutely aware of the net still tangled around his limbs and the energon swords the twins carried. They might not have claws, but that really didn't make them any less lethal.
"Well…" the yellow one began.
"Can it, Sunny. We're going to let you go and find ourselves a different mech if you turn us down, hot stuff." The red twin executed a movement with her hips that was somewhere between a wiggle and an illegal mind-control maneuver. Her scarier sister ran her glossa across the sensitive cabling of his inner elbow. He shuddered as his cooling fans kicked on.
Thundercracker stared up at the fierce blue optics of the red front liner, then craned his head to see the one she called Sunny. "Don't get me wrong, ladies." He rumbled. "I'm pretty slagin' flattered, and I can't deny that the two of you are scary hot, but I also want to keep all my limbs and other appendages intact. I've heard what Autobots do to their captives, and this net ain't really that reassuring."
"Hey, Decepticons are the ones who frag up their captives, not us!" Sunstreaker said indignantly. "Besides, the net was just to bring you down without a fight. Didn't want to damage you or your pretty wings…"
"The net thing's fixable, hot stuff" Sideswipe said with a purring chuckle. "But I think we're going to need an answer before we untie you. You are a Decepticon, after all, and neither of us really feel like dodging a strafing run right now. I, for one, am definitely in a mood for a non-fighting activity at the moment, and I know Sunstreaker is, too." She flared her energy field just enough to make his systems tingle. Then for good measure, she treated him to another wiggle.
Thundercracker made his decision. After all, he would never be able to live with himself if he turned this offer down. Besides, what would Skywarp say? If his trine mate found out that TC had turned down a pair of Autobot frontliner femme twins bent on interfacing with him, he would disown him. And rightly so. This would earn him bragging rights like, forever. Assuming he survived, of course. Plus, they liked his wings, and he liked their…everything. Femmes usually didn't harm mechs after interfacing with them, right?
And these particular Autobots did serve the Prime directly. He, er, she was not exactly known for letting her soldiers participate in war crimes… And the red one was tracing slender digits over his cockpit and the seams of his armor, and the yellow one was caressing the insides of his wrists and their energy fields were sending exciting tingles through his sensor nets…
"Ok." He breathed, arching into the touches.
The red femme- Sideswipe, he reminded himself, began to nuzzle and kiss up his chassis, caressing him with warm, strong servos. Sunstreaker, the fiercer one, leaned over him for an upside down kiss, lapping at his mouth with her glossa.
Thundercracker managed to slip a servo out of the yellow femme's distracted grip and use it to delve between her thighs. She mewed into his mouth, arching her hips into his stroking digits. She was hot and wet and so soft and responsive, and he seriously wondered if he had died and gone to the Well. Probably not, because he seriously doubted that there were so many pine needles in the Well, but daaaamn this was nice.
The red twin grinned at him, then winked. "Mind uncovering the goods, flyboy? " She asked. "I gotta admit, I'm feeling a bit impatient here."
Oh, right. He quickly retracted the cover to his interfacing equipment, allowing his spike to eagerly extend. Sideswipe wasted no time in straddling him and guiding his tip to the mouth of her port. Thundercracker gasped at the feel of her sliding endlessly down his spike. "Oooooooh, you're amazing" the femme moaned in delight. "Just what I've been needing."
"You too", he breathed.
There was a chuckle from up by his servos. "Hey you two, quit gabbing and start fucking. I want a turn with the Decepticon's spike."
Sideswipe glared at her twin. "Hey, be nice! There's a very attractive mech attached to that spike, and I intend to enjoy the rest of his bits, too!" As if to illustrate her point, she caressed the transformation seams at the sides of his cockpit, making him moan in delight.
Thundercracker collected himself and returned his attention to the golden femme's port, wishing he had two spikes, so he could savor both of the Lamborghini twins at once. Oh well, he would just have to make due with the many fine qualities that his frame designers had gifted him with.
Speaking of which, the beautiful warrior currently seated on his lap began to slowly raise and lower herself on his hard, eager spike, hitting every possible sensor on her way up…and down… and Ooooooh.
There was a sudden CRACK sound and Skywarp appeared in midair, ready to save his trinemate from the evil Lamborghini twins. Said trinemate was, however, knuckle-deep in one of the Autobot front-liners, and had the other one riding his interfacing unit like an Earth cowgirl.
"Buh." The purple jetformer said eloquently.
Skywarp had never been in this kind of a situation before. On the one hand, the Autobot warrior twins were pointing their guns at him. On the other hand, muzzle of at least one of those guns was wavering rather a lot because the Autobot holding it was taking his trine-mate's erect spike in her obviously ready port with a lot of enthusiasm.
"Hey" TC rumbled. "There's no need for that. "'Warp, I'm fine. More than fine, actually. Ladies, I'm sure Skywarp would be happy to lend you a spike. Er, hand. Whatever you want, really."
The yellow femme rose to her feet, all lethal grace and predatory intent, stalking towards Skywarp with swaying hips and bared weapons. She hadn't bothered to close her interfacing port covers, and he could see the wetness on her thighs. He swallowed a whimper. "Yeah, what TC said" he managed. "Do you…really want me to spike you?"
Sunstreaker smiled seductively at the purple Seeker. "Sure, handsome. Otherwise I'd have shot you, now wouldn't I? " She hooked her fingers into a join in his chassis, and pulled him down into kissing range.
Skywarp figured this was some kind or really, really vivid recharge-dream, because there was no way this was actually happening. With a mental shrug, he decided to enjoy it until he woke up, or the femme tried to tear his engines out. Regardless, the Autobot was hot as a nuclear inferno and tasted sweeter than energon candy. There were worse ways to go.
Sunstreaker was enjoying herself immensely. This was even better than fighting with the Seekers. Way more access to those luscious wings and light-but strong frames. She curled an arm around the purple flier's neck, to get a slightly better angle for their kiss. She could feel her twin approaching overload a few paces away, and hear the sounds of the couples' engines approaching a crescendo as Sideswipe lifted herself up and slid down on Thundercracker's hard, hot spike. Now that his hands were free, the mech was using them to good effect, holding and petting Sideswipe as she rode his hips.
Skywarp's glossa found it's way into Sunstreaker's mouth, caressing and teasing. His arms came round her body, and to her surprise, she actually found her knee joints go weak as his leg slid between hers, grinding against the apex of her thighs. That…was REALLY nice. She purred in approval and nibbled her way down the seeker's neck, teasing at wires and conduits as she went.
One of the teleporter's hands slid around to her aft, fondling and squeezing the shapely metal curves. One of his fingers slipping into her posterior valve. She squeaked in surprise and pleasure, and nearly overloaded from a combination of that sensation and Sideswipe reaching climax around Thundercracker's spike.
Almost…Sunstreaker growled against her seeker's hot plating and the hard thigh that pressed against her anterior valve. She had lost some of her charge earlier when Skywarp had interrupted them. He would just have to make it up to her, then. He added a second finger. Obviously he was making a good start. She murmured her approval as her valve stretched deliciously around his digits.
She was just starting to consider returning the favor when he eased his thigh out from between hers, and his interfacing cover hissed open. The yellow femme eyed it in appreciation, then raised her gaze and grinned at the mech. She backed up a couple of steps to bring them within arm's reach of Sides and TC, as she could feel that her twin also wanted to get her hands on the new arrival's strong, angular limbs and magnificent wings. Greedy femme. Naturally her new interfacing partner eagerly followed where she led. That was good, she liked it when Decepticons obeyed her.
Thundercracker was sitting up now, with Sideswipe in his lap. They were both watching their counterparts with lascivious interest. Naturally, Sunstreaker threw a sultry wink in their direction, then hooked a pede behind Skywarp's ankle and pulled, making him stumble to his knees. Hey, Jet Judo apparently had non-combat applications! Who knew?
The purple jet-former's look of mild offense melted into a pleased purr when she straddled his folded legs and ran her servos across his shoulder vents. His hard, smooth plating was gratifyingly warm with excitement, and those exotic red optics were dazed with arousal. Sideswipe pressed a kiss to the corner of the mech's mouth. "Spike me, flyboy" she breathed into his audio, making him shudder in helpless want.
She twined her arms around his neck, and lowered herself onto his eager interfacing unit, teasing herself a bit with the ridged surface of his spike. Such fine engineering on these air fames… His clawed hands tightened on the elegant new curvature of her hip joints as she brought her dripping, hungry valve to his tip. She slid down him, the walls of her interfacing port stretching almost uncomfortably around the Decepticon's hard, sensor ridged spike. The mech threw his head back with a sound that was nearly a keen, his electromagnetic fields flaring wildly.
Sunstreaker shuddered in response, feeling her port grow even wetter around the Seeker's huge presence inside her. This was nothing like being spiked as a mech. He was so deep in her, and it was so smooth, so easy to accommodate him completely. With a flex of powerful hydraulics, she lifted herself and slid down again, her servos drifting to her lover's shoulders for leverage. His plating was scorching hot and vibrating harshly with the rumble of his engines.
Unfortunately he was too big for Sunstreaker to both enjoy his spike and reach his lips at the same time, but she would manage somehow. She flexed to squeeze the walls of her valve around him as she lifted and dropped again, making him shiver with lustful pleasure. His clawed servos took a firmer hold on her hips and began to contribute to her movements, gradually increasing the speed of her rhythm on his spike.
A flicker of mischievous intent from the bond with Sideswipe, and her twin was taking one of Skywarp's wingtips in her mouth and sucking. The warrior jet chirped in pleasured surprise as the delicate network of sensors was stimulated. Sideswipe writhed against the mech's broad back, enjoying his thrumming engines and flaring EM fields. Sunstreaker increased her speed a bit, her vents whirring with the effort of dispersing the heat she was generating.
The other seeker took the opportunity to sandwich Sideswipe between his body and his trine-mate's, and Sunstreaker felt her twin's shock of pleasure over their empathic connection as the Decepticon warrior slid his spike into the red femme's secondary port, his fingers insinuating themselves into her anterior entrance and enthusiastically adopting a rhythm to match the movement of his spike in her posterior opening.
Sunstreaker overloaded at the doubled sensation, shuddering and squeezing around the Vosian spike in her own primary port. Skywarp growled with both vocalizer and engines, and began to move her faster up and down on his straining module. His hands were hard on her aft, grinding her over his aroused hardware. She felt another charge building, her internals almost too sensitive to the delicious friction along the sensitive, well-lubricated walls of her port. He was bucking against her, clutching her hips and aft, pinpricks of pain where his claws dug into her plating only spurring her renewed pleasure.
She convulsed, throwing her head back and shrieking as a second overload tore through her systems. The charge brought the Seeker crashing into overload as well, an electrical storm of pleasure ravaging both their systems as their frames writhed against one another, the sensation echoed by the keyed-up systems of her twin, brought to simultaneous overload and pulling Thundercracker along with them.
The four of them gradually subsided into a limp tangle of mechanical forms, labored engines and straining vents gradually slowing, soft aftershocks from their overloads shaking their limbs.
Sunstreaker wasn't aware of drifting into recharge, but woke to the lovely sensation of claws stroking the curve of her spinal strut. She purred, nuzzling into the broad frame below her. She felt deliciously languid, relaxed and satisfied. She cracked an optic open lazily, and verified that her twin was sprawled next to her in a reversed position, half covered by a blue wing and a matching arm.
She shared a leonine smile with her sister in arms, purring in contentment.
Sunstreaker rubbed her cheek over the hard, smooth glass of the cockpit she was lying on. The Decepticon's chassis was kind of lumpy, but she could just detect the sweet thrum of his spark through all the layers of armor. It was unexpectedly nice. Hard to believe this was the same being whos plating she had so often torn into with violent glee, seeing nothing but an enemy, for all that she had always considered said enemy very attractive.
She experienced a momentary flicker of guilt, remembering sinking energy blades through that lavender armor, seeking vital components. For once, she was very glad that she hadn't done any irreparable damage. What a waste that would have been. Femmes everywhere would be missing out on a magnificent piece of machinery.
She felt her twin sigh, and caught her double's optic. She was more than reluctant to give up the warm masculine chassis and sleepy petting from those normally deadly claws, but Prowl would have their afts if they were gone for much longer.
Moving as one, the two of them sinuously extricated themselves from the bulky forms of the sleepy seekers. Skywarp grumbled softly and wrapped an arm around her waist, cuddling her to his chest like a human child holding a teddy bear. She nipped delicately at the edge of a transformation seam and stretched, rubbing her new curves over his chest.
Scarlet optics opened sleepily, and lips curved up in a surprisingly sweet smile. It was a startling expression to see on a face that usually bore a smirk or a snarl whenever she saw it.
"We gotta go, hotwings." She murmured. "Sides and I have duty shift in an hour and a half, and both of us need to hit the washracks before then."
There was a discontented rumble from the blue seeker next to her. "Nnnnn…" he mumbled. "Just tell Screamer we were having the best interface ever, and he'll let us off…"
Sunstreaker actually giggled. "Wrong SIC, flyboy. Maybe if we could get Prowl laid, that would work as an excuse, but not today."
Abruptly, the arms around her waist tightened with hard strength. "No!" snarled the mech beneath her. "You can't just leave us, like nothing happened! What are we going to do, just go back to trying to offline each other next time there's a battle? What, were we just a…a cheap face, and now you're going to just traipse back to the Autobot base and their all-femme washracks and sparring practice, hot leader, and, and…Whoa."
She laughed. She couldn't help it.
"Can't be helped, lover. There's still a war on, and I don't think grunts like you or me could do much about it. Maybe if Megatron and Prime blew each other's circuits a few times, something might get worked out, but unless that real unlikely event occurs, we're going to have to do this sort of thing on the side."
All of a sudden, she was the focus of three pairs of optics.
"You…mean this wasn't a one-time thing?" Skywarp said hopefully. "We can meet up again, and frag, and you can suck on my wingtip again, and I can lick you to overload?"
Whoah. Apparently the mech had plans. She stared at him, her cooling fans turning back on at the mental image. "Well, if you put it like ithat/i I'm hardly going to say no, hotshot. But right now, Sides and I have duty shift. We can meet up again at these times." She fired a file to him, along with an encryption key.
The Seeker beamed at her. It was beyond weird to see that expression on the face of a mech she had been locked in mortal combat with on multiple occasions. Sunstreaker started to have a feeling that this was going to involve those "unintended consequences" Sides was always going on about.
Frag. How were they supposed to fight mechs who were this good a 'face? It was like, a crime against nature to waste talent like that.
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