Chapter 14

It's Friday, Friday, Gotta get down on Friday… I'm gonna kill that bitch. But still, IT'S THE WEEKEND!And 9 more days till Christmas. That means there are 10 more chappies for this story. Any ideas for the ending? Right now I'm practically jumping for joy from how many people liked this story. I would name you all, but this fraggen website won't let me!

Optimus' girl: Ratch does have someone to help, but I'm not gonna say…Muahaha. Also, Sam and Mikalea are very stalkerish squishies

LET'S GO!

It had been a few days since the new sparkling was born. Sunny and Mirage were extremely happy, never letting their sparking out of their arms. Sunsparkle just smiled and soaked up the love. She was the princess of the base. If her parents were busy, another bot would carry her. Her tiny yellow peds had yet to touch the ground. Meanwhile, the other pregger bots have been under a lot of pain and stress. Their hips had widen, the pressure on their chest, legs and peds left them unable to stand without pain. Jolt and Optimus were barely able to sit up in the berth, whereas Ratchet was immobile, his triplets moving inside him impatiently. Their mates were staying by their sides, comforting them. Top, all three were due in a few days. Until then, they spent most of their time in the berths…

M/O

"Oh, frag…" moaned a heavily pregnant Optimus. He didn't know how his crazy silver mech conned him into doing this, but here he was, his big blue aft propped up in the air, surrounded by pillows, his valve currently being invaded by a hard spike. He blamed his crazy mate, his libido, and the restless twins, who were moving around happily in his chassis. He had been sleeping, when his mate decided he had slept enough. The ex-Decepticon positioned his mate so that he could frag him without hurting the sparklings. There were pillows by Optimus's helm, his chest, and his waist, keeping them comfortable, and not putting strain on his backstruts.

Megatron thrusted hard, striking his mate's sweetspot dead on. Said mate keened, pushing back with the thrusts. Megatron couldn't help but smile. His mate looked so beautiful. His face was flushed, his intakes harsh. Panting and moaning. His back arched gracefully, his aft practically in his face. 'So beautiful' he thought. Megatron bent down, kissing his mate's neck, stroking the bulging stomach gently.

"So beautiful, carrying my beautiful sparklings…" he murmured to himself. His mate heard him, and smiled.

"You're welcome."

S/J

"Ah, Ah, AH! HARDER!" Jolt was nearly screaming, the pace his lover had set was fast and hard. He was on his back, holding his legs up to his chest. Although slightly hindered by the twins, he was quite enjoying this frag. He moaned loudly as his valves was stretched wide, feeling every movement. Having the hormones run around when pregnant also helped. All the hormones had made him more sensitive to everything, especially touched. He had heated up significantly just by a morning kiss from Sides. He held on to the berth tightly, his mate pistoning his hips into the blue mech. He came with a cry as his mates hit his sweetspot once more.

"Ya know, I'm gonna get you pregnant again in this means more of this kind of sex…" Sideswipe said with an evil smirk making its across his face. All he got was a glare and a smack to his helm. He laughed, and buried his helm into the juncture of Jolt's shoulder and neck, inhaling his mate's scent.

"Love ya so much."

"We do too. XD"

J/P, B/B

None of the bots knew how it happened, but it just did. They were just going to assume that they walked in on each other, were really horny, and so they started a foursome. Jazz was propped up against the wall, Prowl on his lap; the saboteur's buried deep into his mate. Bluestreak was nearly leaning over the tactician, their kissing fierce and passionate. Bumblebee was behind his mate, rutting his mate's aft. The two ukes moaned and whimpered, desperate for more. They touched each other, their servos going everywhere. Blue's fingers found themselves drifting near Prowls valve, and pushed right in. Prowl moaned, and pushed against the invading fingers. Jazz only encouraged the digits to plunge in deeper, grabbing Prowls legs and spreading them wider. Prowl could only whimper as his valve was stretched wider, reveling in the feeling.

Bee smiled as he saw his mate take control of Prowl, pushing his fingers in along with Jazz's spike. He smirked, and pushed into Blue even more. Said mech arched up beautifully, his vocalizer letting out a high keen. Bee took advantage of that, and attacked the blue mech's neck, sucking and biting the soft metal. Blue could only hold onto the back of his mates neck, desperately holding for dear life. All four mechs came at the same time, all letting out a loud moan. The two ukes collapsed against their semes, happy and sated.

"Hmm, maybe we should get everyone to have group 'facing…" mused Jazz.

The others perked up in interest…

And for some comic relief…

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"Holy slag!"

The sparkling had clearly not wanted to take a nap. Her parents had hoped for a moment to themselves, but Sunny #2 wanted some attention. She saw her parents stumble to her crib, worry written all over their faces. She clicked unhappily, reaching out to her parents.

"Geez, attention grabby, ain't she?"

"Well, so are you."

"Hey!"

Yay, finally some inspiration. Lately, I've been watching X-Men, and I've been wanting to write something for that. And of course, there is always yaoi! So Yay for me! PLEASE REVIEW OR I'LL SEND RATCHET AND IRONHIDE AFTER YOU! (they're pissed cuz I didn't let them have some sexy time in this chapter) Beware the wrench and cannons!