Chapter 8
Yayayay! I just cranked out another story while sitting at Carmax.
It's called 'I'm Gonna Kill You Wheeljack!' I thought it was funny.
Please read and review! Hey Blood Shifter2 got something you might
like in this!
NOW ON WITH THIS!
After settling in on the base, the new Autobots were making themselves
at home...
"OH FRAG SIDES!"
Yea, the Twins and their mates were getting it on in a foursome. They
had slept in the same room the night they had arrived, and so the next
morning they were fragging each other nonstop.
Sideswipe was on his back on the berth, his servos tied above his
head. Jolt was having his valve licked thoroughly by his mate, nearly
sitting on his face. Mirage was sucking hard on his mate's brother's
spike, drinking up all of the precum leaking out. And Sunny was
roughly taking his mate in the valve, leaning over to lightly bite the
Noble's audio.
They all came at once, lubricant and transfluid pouring out of every
orifice. The ukes moaned for their mates, and curled up on the middle
of the berth. The two Lambo's stared at their mates. Beautiful blue
chassis rubbing together, lubricants dripping and mixing into an
erotic mix. Pleading blue optics looked at their mates, asking for more.
The Twins, being good mechs that day, obliged. Sunny gently picked up
Mirage, the Lambo's front to the blue mech back and slowly lowered him
onto his spike. The Noble moaned, and started to raise and lower
himself on the spike. Mirage turned his helm and kissed his mate
hard, glossae coming into play.
Sideswipe, who finished untying his servos, simply leaned over his
mate, kissed him sensually, then suddenly folded him in half, plunging
his spike into the hot, tight valve. Jolt moaned as his valve was
invaded by a hard spike, feeling all the nodes being stroked in all
the right places.
Sunny lowered his mate, so that Mirage was perched on his hands and
knees over a whimpering Jolt. The Noble lowered his head to kiss Jolt
passionately. Mirage thrusted his tongue past Jolt's lips, exploring
the mechs mouth.
"Oh slag, that's so hot." the two Lambo's stared in rapture as their
mates kissed and touched each other. The two blue mechs were all over
each other, touching and stroking everywhere. The cried out and grabbed
each other when they came a second time.
Exhausted, the four mechs collapsed onto the berth, cuddling their
respective mates.
"Mmm, that was so good...can we do that again?" Jolt asked innocently.
He was immediately glomped by the three mechs, and kissed everywhere.
He looked up to see a red, gold, and a blue helm, all three with an
evil grin on their faceplates.
"OF COURSE!"
God, I'm tired. My sister got her car (finally!) and I just finished
my hockey game. The weird thing is that I play on a dude's team, and
writing Transformers yaoi with them watching is slightly awkward...
ah well. Please review!