Feminine Troubles Chapter 10: Trio
Hi all, I had a fantastically awful last couple of weeks, so its fortunate that I wrote this chapter ages ago, cause I'm not really feeling in the zone right now. The crowd on Livejournal liked it when I originally posted. Um, warnings for threesome, mild dub con, general naughty.
Hasbro owns the rights, I'm just taking the characters out for a spin.
Also, people made fanart of this fic! And Its terrific! Merrypaws put a fantabulous female Optimus and Megatron pic on her Deviant Art page (search "FemOptimus and Megatron"), and an anonymous contributor did a couple who hasn't shown up yet. I'm not going to ruin the surprise by linking to that one just yet. The art was a total pick-me up, I gotta say. I squeed.
Prowl stood in the surveillance control center with her servos clasped behind her. Her slim black and white form was still; the colored light of the many monitors reflecting off her carefully shined plates.
She was regarding the live footage meeting between Prime and Megatron with a mixture of amusement and concern. She had chafed a bit at being left behind this time, though it did make tactical sense to have reserves in the event that something went wrong.
It wouldn't have been the first time that Megatron had a nefarious plan or some kind of superweapon aimed at the Autobots, after all.
Red Alert was also present, enmeshed in her information systems. She had jacked herself into Teletraan and was using her impressive processing power to simultaneously watch multiple camera feeds from the meeting. The highly strung femme really needed to get out more, but Prowl admired and appreciated her dedication.
Red Alert was built to handle vast amounts of raw information, sort it, analyze it, and deliver it already digested to the other officers. Unfortunately, her abilities made her processor far more delicate and error prone than most of the other Autobots. She didn't respect her limits and was prone to glitches and crashes. Prowl could sympathize.
Both of them had been left at base for this event as much for their own protection as to be emergency back up or for their analysis of the remote data feeds. Prowl had long ago resigned herself to the fact that she was more effective in a support capacity for the Autobot army than on the front lines. Under normal circumstances, she rarely found herself in battle. Unless it was from the bridge of a warship, of course.
She had seen far more action in the short time since they arrived on this little alien world than in the previous century. It was odd how much physically closer the Autobots and Decepticons kept ending up in their battles here on Earth.
Well, before it had been odd. Now it made perfect sense, the way the two sides were unrestrainedly ogling each other. Really, you would think that the Decepticons had never seen an attractive femme before. Of course, given the byplay between the lesser Seekers and the Twins, some Decepticons had obviously done more than see a femme recently, but the frustrated heat coming off of Megatron was nearly visible. That mech really needed to get laid, as Jazz would put it.
As always when the others went out to possible combat and Prowl was left behind, she worried about her friends and especially about Jazz. Her lover was skilled and deadly, but so much smaller than most of their opponents. The head of intelligence had been upgraded for speed, stealth and maneuverability, not the raw strength for head-on combat.
Prowl's optics widened when the Decepticon Third snaked a tentacle around Jazz's ankle. Surely he wasn't going to try hacking her right in the middle of (potential) peace negotiations? Er. Obviously not. He apparently just wanted her attention. Prowl watched in growing amusement as the big mech used his appendage to gesture to the Seeker/Twin byplay.
Jazz, who had obviously been focused on the show Megatron and Optimus were putting on (and what a circuit –heating show it was!) gaped at the wing flirting and suggestive looks between their respective front liners and then at Soundwave.
Was he…stroking Jazz's ankle joint? That was one of the femme's hot spots. How the slagdid he know about that? Jazz jerked her leg out of the tentacle's grasp and glared at Soundwave. The big mech looked disappointed.
Prowl's optical ridges went up. Whatever happened to buying a femme a drink to show his interest? Sending a bouquet of crystals? Tentacle molestation seemed pretty slagging forward at this point in the, er, negotiations. On the monitor, Prowl could see a tiny shiver run through Jazz's frame. She frowned. This would not do. Not only was Soundwave moving in on her femme, he was leaving her out! Just because she was stuck here at base didn't mean she and Jazz weren't a package deal.
Red alert snorted in amusement. Prowl looked at the monitor showing Ironhide toying with Starscream. Served the Con air commander right for being smarmy. She divided her attention between the tall navy mech who was attempting to flirt with her lover and analyzing the current situation on the ground.
Megatron made another over the top offer of "peace" if Optimus surrendered. Like that would happen. Optimus declined. Prowl shook her head. She could only assume that Megatron said things like that forms sake. He wasn't stupid enough to think Prime would take him up on something so utterly ridiculous.
Se wondered if Megatron had any idea how normal courting was supposed to go. The information Ops had uncovered about his background and origins made it likely that he in fact did not. The mech had practically been raised by cyberwolves.
At first, Prowl had been extremely concerned about this meeting. She was considerably less so now. For the first time in a very long time, Megatron obviously had something on his processor besides war and energon. It was almost sweet, in a way. He wanted Optimus sooooo badly, and obviously did not know quite what to do about it.
Reassured that the leaders weren't going to get in a fight in the next few clicks, Prowl turned more of her attention to her lover. Jazz gleamed in the sunlight, her paint job beautifully accentuating her newly curved body. She couldn't blame the Decepticons for overheating their processors over the Autobots' new hardware configurations.
She studied the Decepticon Communications officer critically. Like most of the other Cons, he had obviously been detailed prior to the meeting. He probably wished to make a good impression on Jazz. He had an unusual build, with that satellite alt mode and the mods to carry his symbiotes. Not unattractive, and rumor had it that those tentacles of his were good for other things than jacking into mainframes.
Jazz and Soundwave made a pretty picture together. Prowl could very easily imagine her sensuous, deadly lover entwined in the big, winged mech's arms and tentacles, writhing in pleasure. Their intelligence indicated that the Decepticon 3IC was a most proficient berthmate. Perhaps it was something to consider. They would need a mech at some point, if either of them desired sparklings. Soundwave would be a logical choice. He was strong, intelligent, protective of his symbiotes and considerably less insane than many of the other Cons. He was also rather attractive.
Megatron and Optimus were well started on an elaborate courting dance, so there was no reason not to look to the Decepticon ranks for potential mates. Not that either she or Jazz would even consider sparking while the war was on of course. That would be foolish and irresponsible. Nevertheless, it was perfectly reasonable to pick out a suitable mech now, rather than later.
As the meeting broke up. Prowl started to make plans. First on her agenda was spending some quality time reminding Jazz who her partner was. After that, well, she and head of Special Ops who was after all as intelligent as she was sexy, could discuss their plans for the future.
Skyfire greeted her smaller, faster lover with open arms and a seductive smile. Optimus had given her a hand earlier, as she had waxed her plating to a softly glowing shine. She knew she looked good. It was a nice change from being covered with battlefield grime or other bots' energon. The Autobot leader had a definite twinkle in her optic when she told the shuttle to "have fun and be careful." Buoyed by her noble leader's approval, and rather heated by the feel of those powerful, gentle servos on her back and wings, Skyfire had been more than eager to see her Seeker.
The two fliers had agreed to meet in their usual spot, atop a high desert mesa. It was private, difficult for any non-flying mech to access, and it was beautiful. The full moon and clear, bright stars provided ample light for their keen senses, and a light breeze caressed sensors and plating sensuously.
True to form, the vain Air Commander landed with a showy flourish. She couldn't help but admire his artistry and athleticism. For all his foibles, there were reasons that Starscream had climbed so fast and far in the Vosian ranks. Sometimes she envied that Seeker maneuverability, but tonight it just gave her a delicious tingle, knowing that those finely calibrated wings and elegant ailerons would be available for her pleasure momentarily.
Actually, all of Starscream's system would be available for her pleasure, as Primus had so obviously intended. It was amazing how the neurotic (er, intense) Seeker had loosened up since the Great Autobot Gender Change. He wasn't the only one. To Skyfire, it sometimes seemed like her libido, which hadn't exactly been low to start with (she was a flier after all) had increased rather a lot lately. It had been a slow build, and at first she had mistaken it for nothing but her new hardware integrating with her systems. Gradually, she had begun to notice that along with the gradual ramping up of her interfacing drive had come what could only be termed maternal urges.
The other day, she had had a moderately terrifying impulse to scoop up Windcharger and cuddle her. Fortunately she had shaken it off. The flying minibot would unquestionably have taken it badly if Skyfire had tried to preen her wings like she was a sparkling.
Besides wanting to coo over smaller Autobots and sometimes random humans, she was just really, really horny. She felt like she could happily ravish not only Starscream, but the rest of his trine, with maybe a side of science bots and med-bay staff. If she wasn't so in awe of Optimus Prime, she would have seriously considered trying to seduce the regal leader earlier. Those smooth, strong curves covered in flame-decorated enamel were practically begging for attention.
Pit, if any Autobot ought to have her own Seeker harem, it was Optimus. It was too bad that they were all on the opposing side in a war. Otherwise she would see if she could arrange to lend Starscream and his trine to the Prime. It wasn't like they would mind. Very few beings were more intrinsically horny than a Seeker.
"Skyfire". Her own Seeker lover rasped as he stalked towards her, his wings held high and proud. She might have made a sardonic comment about his ego if she hadn't been so focused on resisting the urge to pounce on his extremely attractive masculine frame. He was so elegant yet angular…
The Autobot shuttle blinked and nearly slapped herself upside the head. Had she really just thought that? Bad Skyfire. She was obviously addled somehow in the processor. Honestly, she hadn't been this voracious even as an undergrad.
Her train of thought was thoroughly derailed as Scree came within reach. Next thing she knew, her servos were smoothing along the red wings, hot from the sun and his engines. Starscream pulled his larger, taller lover down into kissing range. His agile glossa flirted with hers, his soft lips (always so surprising on the acid-tongued flier) caressing hers urgently. She moaned wantonly into his mouth, wanting to be filled NOW. Fortunately, the seeker seemed to be with the program. One of his servos left off pawing at her chassis and wings and slid between her thighs. Skyfire indicated her approval by nibbling on the side of her lover's neck. Aaand there it was- the Seeker's knees went weak.
The two of them sank to their knees, the shuttle spreading her legs to both encourage the hand fondling her interfacing cover (which she proceeded to retract) and to bring their heights a bit closer together.
Skyfire purred in approval, urgently stroking at Starscream's wings, chassis and any sensitive bits of wiring she could reach. It was times like this she wished she had claws, so she could delve deeper into her lover's seams. Fortunately her knowledge of flier anatomy was fairly comprehensive. Her efforts were rewarded by the sound of Scree's cover also releasing. She smiled playfully at her lover, caught him around the waist, and lowered him to the ground.
The mildly outraged look on that handsome face dissolved quickly enough when she straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his eager spike. She moaned softly as his interfacing rod spread the delicate walls of her valve open. She began a slow, gliding rhythm, enjoying the little sparkles of electric pleasure that raced through her systems.
"Sky!" shrieked the smaller flier, not-so incidentally living up to his nickname. "Primus! Don't stop!" Skyfire's purr turned into a chuckle, which vibrated through her chassis and down to the spike snugly seated in her anterior valve. The Seeker writhed below her, prompting her to lean down and kiss him again. Her hips tilted against his momentarily. Then, desiring a greater range of movement, she braced against his shoulders and returned to her previous position-upright, with her legs folded on either side of Scree's hips.
Engine rumbling, Skyfire began to raise and lower herself onto the hard spike that was so eagerly poised for her pleasure.
Starscream's engines were purring, his fans at maximum. The expression of bliss and adoration on his dark face was a lovely thing, and Skyfire wished that her Seeker would look like that more often. He was rhythmically arching his hips up to meet her downward motion, creating a wonderful, pleasurable dance between the two of them.
Suddenly, the Seeker froze, beautiful alien crimson eyes going wide in what looked like horror.
"Scree?" she murmured, trying to shake off the haze of heat and arousal enough to make her processor un-fog. What was wrong? He was looking at her like she had turned into a monster or something…
She suddenly understood, tensing with horror when a deep, wicked voice sounded behind her. The Autobot scientist trembled to hear the distinctive, fear-inducing whine of a charged proton cannon.
"Well, my treacherous Second, it suddenly becomes clear why you have been so uncharacteristically tractable of late" rumbled the dark, grating voice of Megatron. "Had I realized that this is what is required to tame a Winglord of Vos, I might have tried a different approach before this."
Megatron wasn't sure whether to feel rage or burning lust when he saw what his Air Commander was up to. Starscream was flat on his back in the alien dirt of this filthy world, with the beautiful, gleaming form of that weakling civilian shuttle straddling his waist. The scientist hadn't seemed all that timid as she had pinned the Seeker and impaled herself eagerly on his spike. Perhaps there were hidden depths to the Autobot after all.
The two fliers were so lovely and arousing to watch that the Decepticon lord almost let them continue un-interrupted, but his spike was pressing insistently against its cover and it was never in his nature to resist temptation. Besides, it had been several weeks since he had put Starscream in his place, and no good ever came from letting the little fool go unmolested. Er, punished. Yes, he should punish his Air Commander for canoodling with the enemy, particularly when his lord and master was left wanting, with nothing but a cold vid screen and his hand for company.
Why, he hadn't even fragged the Seeker recently. Normally his response to an illicit but not actually treacherous (or dangerous) action by his second would involve Megatron forcing the Air Commander to suck his spike while he held his canon on the disloyal but attractive mech. Given the situation, he had a much better strategy in mind right now.
Predictably, Starscream opened his mouth. "L-Lord Megatron, wait, I can explain!" Whined the foolish Seeker. "I was merely trying to convince Skyfire to re-join our side!"
"Silence, Starscream!" Roared Megatron. "I care nothing for your feeble excuses. Obviously you are as incompetent at satisfying a female Cybertronian as you are at attempting to overthrow me!"
It had been a very, very long time, but the Slag-Maker still remembered what kind of things pleased a femme. Once, long ago, he had been in an extremely similar position with one of his fellow gladiators and a femme groupie. That long-ago femme had been tiny compared to the Autobot shuttle who was so intimately joined with Starscream now. Back then, he had closed his optics and imagined that she was the gadiator ring's younger medic, Torchweld. This time, he would doubtless picture a far more regal, powerful being. He smirked down at the wide blue optics set so prettily in the shuttle's pale face.
Lowering the power to his arm cannon and allowing the weapon to fall to standby, Megatron strode forward and seized those broad white wings, caressing them roughly but skillfully. He relished the way those soft-looking lips opened in a shocked gasp.
He wasn't as rough as he would be with Starscream. This wasn't a punishment for the femme, but a display of dominance to her and her lover. He could feel her trembling as he smoothed his heavily clawed servos across the sensor-rich wing panels and dipped into the vulnerable joints between her back and the sensitive appendages.
"You smell like your Prime, Autobot." He purred into her audio. She shuddered. "I wonder just what the two of you have been up to…"
The femme looked up at him with frightened blue optics. His engine purred. "S-She just helped me with polishing my armor-Ah!" She arched up into the claws that had discovered a ivery/i sensitive spot.
"So, Autobot, you have recently had Prime's servos iall/i over you. Such a shame it was merely for maintenance sake. I would dearly love to see such a thing." Megatron continued his knowledgeable touches to the flier's hot spots. They were not so different on a shuttle femme than a seeker mech, after all. Gratifyingly quickly, the Autobot began to arch into his servos, her fans kicking back on as arousal re-kindled. Megatron crowded closer to her back, catching the nape of her neck in his sharp fangs.
The Autobot femme shivered, and her servos clenched nervously where they were braced against Starscream's chassis.
Starscream, true to type, couldn't keep his vocalizer muted at that. "Oh, most iglorious/i leader, surely it would be better to save disciplinary measures until we are alone and I'm sure I could make it worth your while…Eeep!" Megatron removed the warm, vibrating barrel of his proton cannon from the sensitive heel-thruster where he had pressed it for a moment. He knew from experience that nothing got the little fool revved faster than overstimulation to the gyros situated in his ankles.
Megatron chuckled darkly, snaking one arm around the Autobot's cuvy body and down to where she was intimately joined with Starscream. She stiffened, and the seeker's eyes were glued to Megatron's claws trailing across her intimate plating. The Air Commander, who had opened his mouth, undoubtedly for another round of groveling, gasped and arched.
The Decepticon leader smirked. He was fairly sure the femme had just interrupted another round of whinging from his Air Commander by squeezing her internals around his spike. For good measure, he trailed his talons across the delicate rim of her valve again, his other hand gripping a wing. She moaned and shuddered.
"What are you doing?" The Autobot asked tremulously.
"Don't worry, my pet." Megatron responded in a silky rumble. "I'm not going to hurt you. I do know how to make a femme feel good, and I can tell that this idiot is leaving you wanting. Apparently your Prime is not taking care of your needs either."
"I-ah! Would never expect my Prime to-oooh."
The Decepticon leader switched to a firm hold around the femme's waist and tucked his other servo between her wings. He inexorably pushed her upper body down to meet Starscream's. The change in position provided a lovely view of her shapely aft, but unfortunately obscured his view of the seeker. Oh, well. He took the opportunity to acquaint himself with the ample curves of said aft. He ground a knuckle into her posterior port, enjoying the hot, wet softness and the intoxicating scent of aroused femme, still spiced with a hint of her Prime. He licked the knuckle.
"Megatron! I demand that you cease molesting my femme! We were in the middle of something here, you know!"
The grey mech snorted. "Autobot, I suggest that you find something to occupy Starscream's tongue with, before it gets him into trouble. Primus knows, his mouth is better suited to silent pursuits."
The lovely Autobot, whos frame was gratifyingly hot with renewed arousal, apparently decided to bow to his obvious wisdom, and soundly kissed her Seeker lover. Megatron took a click to enjoy the quiet.
Since it appeared that he no longer needed to hold the femme down, he switched back to caressing her wings, back and aft with both servos. He heartily approved of the two fliers' positions below him- Starscream flat on his back and helpless, the femme comfortably settled with her forearms to either side of the Seeker's head, her knees and folded legs straddling his hips. Her posterior valve was open and ready for him, gleaming with her lubricant and practically begging to be filled. He rumbled in approval. He loved fliers.
Megatron gave the mental command to release his interfacing unit cover. His spike immediately shot to its full length, already glistening with lubricating fluid. Not that the femme hadn't already produced plenty of that. He guided his turgid spike to her sopping port and eased carefully inside her. He was much larger than Starscream, after all.
Both of them moaned simultaneously.
It was different from a mech's port- much more responsive, and he discovered as he continued to slide easily into the tight heat, far deeper. He was never able to go all the way to the base of his spike in any of his mechs- they weren't built for it. It was not a problem for a femme Skyfire's size though. A femme's valve was more than able to stretch to accommodate even a much larger spike. This femme would probably be able to handle a gestalt, with sufficient preparation.
A long-ago lesson from the medic Steelforge floated to the top of his processor. A femme who wished to bear a newspark would need multiple mechs contributing energy and nanites to her. It wouldn't make sense for a femme to be unable to accommodate her donors. Even a smaller Autobot would be able to take his spike and enjoy it. Megatron shivered in pleasure.
The lovely Autobot was moaning into Starscream's mouth and pressing back into him, sliding part-way off of the Seeker's spike to do so. Megatron gasped at the feel of the other mech through the thin, flexible walls of the femme's valves. She was impossibly hot, and so soft and wet. She smelled wonderful- aroused Cybertronian female with the lingering hint of Optimus Prime, overlaid by the scent of carnauba wax and Starscream's familiar tang.
"Oh, oh Primus!" the Shuttle moaned in a soft, breathless tone. "S-So good, I've never been so full…please…more…"
Megatron obligingly began to thrust his hips. His spike pistoned and out of that glorious port, the suction pulling her partway off of Starscream's spike as he withdrew. The feel of her internal walls undulating around his invading member was impossibly pleasurable. He sped up another notch, confident that the extra force would please them both. His fangs found the curve of her shoulder, biting down just hard enough to grip. He tongued the smooth plating, intoxicated by the taste and sensation.
Starscream shrieked in overload, and Megatron could feel the energon and code-bearing fluid pumping into the femme's valve. He found himself grinding into her clenching port as the she followed his Second into overload. She screamed Starscream's name. Almost…he was almost there…His hips kept up their hard, steady rhythm as the femme began to overload a second time, making tiny, breathy sounds of ecstasy and pressing back into him.
This time, Megatron also joined in, throwing his head back and roaring in savage pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually it ebbed, leaving him collapsed in a strutless heap across Skyfire's back.
Things got a bit fuzzy for a while, until he became vaguely aware of a loud purring sound and a sort of muffled whining.
Blearily, the grey Decepticon cracked open an optic. The purring vanished, and her belatedly realized that he had been its source. With a mild grumble, he willed his drained limbs to help him roll off the lumpy tangle of fliers his body had been draped over.
Things cleared up a touch more, and he realized that the whining noise was a rather squashed Starscream, who was demanding that they get their hulking bulks off of him before he was crushed. Megatron snorted. Typical. Though to be fair, his weight combined with the gorgeous but massive shuttle's was rather a lot for the comparatively delicate Seeker frame.
The white and red femme lifted herself back onto servos and knees above her Seeker lover, gave him a peck on the lip plates, and proceeded to stretch like a cybercat recently awoken from a refreshing nap. Megatron admired the excellent view of those shapely limbs, but didn't feel that Starscream should get all the attention.
"Sorry Scree" the femme said softly. "Didn't meet to squash you, there. I don't think I've ever had multiple overloads like that before- so close together. That was…wow."
Starscream smirked. "I keep telling you, Sky, once you go Decepticon, you never go back."
Megatron snorted. If only. He levered himself into a sitting position, snagged Skyfire with one powerful arm and pulled his newly-acquired lapful of curvy Autobot scientist in for a kiss.
"Mmmm…"She murmured against his mouth. "Want to go again?'
Starscream chortled at his leader's nonplussed expression. "Why, Most Glorious Leader, haven't you ever experienced the joys of a femme flier libido before? They can just keep going…"
"Hush, Scree. The femme smiled. "Busy over here."
Megatron's optic ridges went up. It usually required a fist to the face to get Starscream to be silent. Apparently the Autobot femme could accomplish the difficult feat of shutting the Seeker up with a sweet smile and an overload or two. Interesting. He would have thought about it more, but was distracted by his armful of femme wiggling on his lap. Starscream who?
Some time later, Skyfire disengaged herself from the somnolent arms of two-thirds of the Decepticon high command. Her ports twinged a bit, but in a most delicious way. She was going to be sore for days. It was wonderful. The slagmaker knew how to treat a femme right after all.
Fortunately, that last overload had offlined both mechs. At some point in their activities, Megatron had mumbled something about taking her back to the Nemesis, and she had no intention of allowing that to happen. Optimus had told her to have fun and be careful, and winding up in the middle of the Decepticon base chained to Megatron's berth or whatever was not careful. Possibly fun, but not at all careful.
She smiled fondly down at the limp form of her Seeker. His head was pillowed on his lord's shoulder. It was probably the most at peace the two of them had ever been. Funny what a difference a half-dozen or so overloads made to a Seeker's temperament. Particularly if said mech was Starscream. She ought to give his trine-mates a piece of her mind. They obviously weren't spending enough berth time with him. And Megatron! You'd think that no one ever showed the mech any attention, the way he responded to a little cuddling and preening. And some overloads, of course.
She gingerly stepped around sprawled wings and limbs, and moved to the edge of the mesa. Skyfire indulged herself with one more fond look at the mechs who had satisfied her so well over the last several hours, then launched herself into the gleaming pre-dawn sky.