Arcee dreaded her own movements. After cleaning herself of Knockout and the previous embarrassment with the Vehicons, she couldn't imagine who else would come after her. She was about ready to call it quits but Optimus needed the Pink Energon. She planned on throwing it at him as soon as she saw him.

She was near the border between Nevada and California, keeping away from the highways with her hood back up just for comfort. Still at least two more hours of a walk to the coordinates she had. Why did the ground bridge have to break down the one time Miko called her up to finish the bet? They were scheming assholes, that's why! They wanted to humiliate her, but she doubted they had anything to do with the Vehicons showing up. The Pink Energon had far too powerful a signal it seems, but she apparently didn't have to worry about them taking that over her current predicament.

Miko, you are so dead.

She reached a small patch of forest, the trees not tightly knit like most forests were. Still, it held an unsettling nature about it. The forest had eyes.

Webbing caught her servo on the tree before another shot pinned her other carrying the basket. Her helm whipped back as she struggled, dislodging the red hood with a snarl. She heard feminine laughter and knew exactly who it was.

"Arcee, it's been a while."

The daunting form of Airachnid fell from the trees and stood in front of her, only to stop moving as she gave the outfit a once over. Slowly, a predatory smirk grew on her face.

"Nice costume, very pretty. I would melt it off you before ripping out your spark, but I think I like seeing this pathetic human material on you. It's fitting for someone so pitiful trying to protect them that you would be inclined to dress like them. And what were you delivering? A present for me?"

"In your dreams, you sick, twisted-"

"I'm the sick one?" Airachnid laughed, "You're bathing in their scent as well as a few others'. Don't tell me you've let someone touch you like this, and you enjoyed it."

Arcee failed to hide her regret and earned another boisterous cackle.

"Really, Arcee, if you are so desperate for this type of attention, all you had to do was ask."

Airachnid drew in close to get a better look, trailing her claws over the lace curiously. It was like simplistic spider webs, especially around the corset with the straps aligned in patterns intertwining. She played with them, entangling her fingers through them and using that to pull Arcee closer to lean off the tree despite still being held by her wrists.

Licking her lips, the spider sent her glossa over Arcee's cheek before nuzzling her neck, her servo hiking her captive's leg up and running down along the various features of the dress. As soon as she reached Arcee's thigh and hit the garter, she paused.

"I didn't think you'd fancy yourself a pin up girl, Arcee. Aren't you full of surprises."

Her servo dipped under the garter, tapping the strap attached to it. Her claws removed themselves from it and instead trailed it up to disappear beneath her fluffy, short skirt.

Arcee couldn't take the teasing. It was throwing her up a wall. Her exposed valve was already melting against the fabric protecting it as Airachnid inched towards it torturously. Why did Decepticons like to torture her so? This wasn't fair! All she wanted was to deliver Energon and get this stupid bet over with...

"Ah!"

Claws rubbed the exterior of her underwear, pressing against the folds hard as Airachnid grasped her chin to force her to peer into the haunting purple optics.

"Do you like distractions? I can imagine you would wait for someone to tear this mess off you and take you among the shreds of the chains you've set for yourself. Am I wrong?"

"You're despicable."

The black and purple femme raised a brow. "And you're only realizing this now?"

Airachnid placed her fingers into Arcee's mouth, watching her close her optics as the servo beneath her skirt pushed aside the fabric to get more personal with the forbidden mesh few bots had ever had the luxury of touching. She didn't care to get herself off, only to watch the normally stoic Arcee bend to her will.

Arcee sucked on the digits as the others entered her. The outfit was becoming tight again and this time, the position of her panties rubbed her inner mesh alongside the fingers as they tried to fit back into position but were constantly being strained by the motions. Airachnid grew in pace, sinister smile taking up half her face watching Arcee unravel before her.

The removal of her fingers suddenly was a loss to Arcee as her knees shook, not before growing unnerved seeing Airachnid on her knees and head dipping past the view of the ruffled skirt. Suddenly, she was hit by a slick object pressing against her delicate valve as her legs were pushed wider. She knew she was already dripping but the fast suckling of her valve only amplified the moisture coming from her. Droplets were lost on the ground or pushing past a determined glossa.

If any of the bots saw her, they would be disappointed, especially Optimus who she was unsure if she could face now with any shred of dignity left. Her body couldn't take much more as she sank to make sure Airachnid was getting all of her. The fact that all these Decepticons were getting bolder concerned her yet if this was what Airachnid offered, what else was there?

Overload hit her like a freight train, her chassis breathing harshly as Airachnid pulled away before standing up with a grin.

"You taste as sweet as you look. Although, I do wish this costume of yours had some black in it; it's a bit too bright for me. I'm a bit sad I didn't get to you first. Do watch out for the hungry wolves who would devour someone like you for dinner."

She ripped the webs off Arcee's wrists and didn't bother to take the Pink Energon basket to Arcee's surprise. Normally, the spider would steal anything. She seemed so focused on the remnants of her feast that she didn't care enough to take it. Arcee moved back to see if Airachnid would do anything, but the Decepticon hardly cared, merely winking at her before taking off into the night.

Arcee didn't know how much of this she could take. This outfit was really turning on the wrong bots, but did she really hate the attention? Her valve would argue no in a spark beat, much to her annoyance. She carried on, now at the border of California. One thing was certain, her legs were going to kill her after this.

The flatland was slowly merging into mountains, and Arcee had no clue how she was going to scale this monstrosity in a tight dress. She wanted to bang her head against the rock closest to her when she heard footsteps. She turned around to see Starscream glancing up at her from a lower area and realizing he could see her valve through the fabric. Her hooded cape didn't block anything from view to her horror. He was definitely perverted, no question about that.

"Arcee?"

Banging her head against a rock wasn't out of the question now. "Starscream, go away!"

The mech laughed as he climbed up to her level. She tried to back away as he grinned, "Oh, I think not for it is far too fascinating to witness an Autobot lowering themselves to such standards. But how to punish you."

"Starscream, you couldn't handle her! Let her be with a real mech!" Breakdown yelled.

Dreadwing appeared as well and now she was frightened. All three of them coming onto her wouldn't be good at all, especially if something went wrong if they pursued certain activities. All three Cons started bickering about who would be the one to be with her, as if she would let them have a go at her having already done enough. Her waist garter suspenders pulled tightly against the garters themselves as she stood up for herself.

"Hey, who says any of you can be around me? Why don't you go interface with each other and leave me out of this?"

The three stood there baffled at her audacity despite having every right to be like that. As she resumed climbing up the slope of the mountain, she knew all three of them were focused on her nether region. She pulled up her hood grumbling to herself until she heard one of them following and grabbed her waist.

Dreadwing, the calmest of the three, turned her around with little effort and glanced at the outfit she wore while standing eye to eye with her. Even though she was elevated higher, she still felt small in his presence. "This human stuff, why do you wear it?"

She sarcastically replied, "Because I like to be a distraction. Don't I look pretty?"

Like everything else that seemed to occur, her arrogance became her downfall as Dreadwing seemed to grow possessive over the comment like he didn't want anyone else to have her. The fact that he was running his servo down to her aft behind without damaging the dress made her breath hitch. The others were growing heated watching her standing there and along Dreadwing to toy with her. Why was she allowing this? But why did it feel so good?

Using his other servo to play with the disconnected sleeves decorating her, he leaned close to sense her. "You look divine, my dear, like a delicacy. A present just for us."

Her basket with Pink Energon was discarded to the side.

Dreadwing swooped in and kissed her, tasting her and the faint smile he had told her she was delicious. She moaned as the Seeker roughly pawed her through her fabric. Pushing up her dress, he gave his associates the sight of her wet and ready.

Breakdown was the most eager, already having his spike out and pleasuring himself while Starscream took over kissing her, a servo going down her bust and making her collar tighten as her chin was lifted to accommodate his towering stature. Dreadwing eyed her as her knees began to shake from having two bots attending to her.

"You like running with the wolves, don't you, Arcee?" Starscream hissed.

The wolf she was most afraid of out of the three was kneeling with his spike coming out as he nuzzled and kissed the corset hiding her petite waist. Once he had enough of Starscream's prattle, he swiftly lifted Arcee and laid her on the rockface to align with himself while Starcream revealed his spike in front of her mouth, stroking her helm and lace headband. Breakdown overloaded from the sight before getting up and joining them.

Dreadwing knew she had been more than prepared, holding her thighs apart to let his spike rest on top of her underwear and experimentally rutting against her to stimulate the hidden valve. Dreadwing wasn't normally grinning but feeling him place his servos on her inner thighs and dragging his thumbs across the fabric to stretch it, leaving nothing to the imagination, was driving her mad.

Breakdown was rough with her breast plating, teasing the bodice of her dress and leaning down to get a taste of her lips. Starscream wasn't too pleased being beaten to the punch, but Arcee didn't care as her attention was preoccupied by the other two.

Dreadwing was the first to go to the milestone and pushed her underwear aside to slowly press his spike into her already slick valve. He huffed at the tightness as he teased the garters and their waist suspender. She looked good taking it as he set a pace, his spike digging with the edge of the foreign thin piece of clothing rubbing up next to him. He had no clue as to its real purpose other than exotic decoration, but it was more than enough for him to appreciate its unique purpose among Arcee.

"Why don't you show Starscream how good your mouth is, my dear?" Dreadwing panted.

Even though she hated Starscream, she couldn't deny how horny she was that the lines between what should have been vile and what she wanted began to blend together. Leaving Breakdown, she held no opposition putting the Seeker's spike in her mouth. She wrapped a servo around Breakdown's spike and began pumping it.

The larger Seeker quickened his pace chasing a long-awaited overload Arcee could tell he needed. She moaned as her poor valve was abused for someone else's gain. She grew flustered even more as the Cons grew invested in her dress and her in it. They wouldn't rip it, not a scratch or a broken strap. They seemed to adore her wearing it, a subtle reminder of her place beneath them and the comfortability she had with the lower life forms.

Dreadwing pulled out and released just outside of her which puzzled her despite the rippling orgasm she had following. Everyone was restraining themselves, taking some pleasure but not the whole package deal. Something was amiss about this whole situation...like they were merely distracting her from getting to Optimus.

"My turn," Breakdown said eagerly.

As he aligned and groped her, running his servos up to tease the edge of the corset from under, Arcee scowled, "What is this really about?"

Even though she had a servo still on Starscream's spike, she held a serious face, eyeing the three despite the large blush she had. Dreadwing frowned while Breakdown grinned.

"You didn't just come here to take me, did you? You still want that Pink Energon. This is just a distraction, but why aren't you taking it instead?"

Starscream laughed, "Oh, Arcee, who says we didn't want both? True, we came here for that but seeing you dressed up and waiting for us to mark you...well, we don't squander opportunities. And you look so precious adorning inferior human attire, so vulnerable."

She didn't even get to reply when Breakdown shoved inside. It didn't hurt; she craved brutality ironically. It had been years since she had had this much attention and the dress kind of amplified the pleasure despite her hating it...and Miko with the utmost passion.

She went back to stroking Starscream's spike who shuttered as Breakdown leaned down to kiss her. She began to wonder what she tasted like, what made them keep coming back for more Was it really just the dress?

Starscream overloaded with a hiss over her face as Breakdown went harder, deeper. Arcee's second orgasm came so abruptly, she reached down to help expand her folds crying out. It was enough to send Breakdown over the edge too. He made sure to release on top of her valve and underwear instead of within. They were definitely holding back for something.

She wasn't looking forward to seeing Starscream take her but right before he could, Dreadwing grew alert. "Come on, we need to get moving."

Breakdown smirked at the sight of Arcee laying there and marked with his fluids. He clicked his tongue and winked, "Be seeing you, babe, keep that pretty valve open for me when we meet again."

Dreadwing nearly pushed him off the mountain side with a scoff before addressing Arcee in a proper manner. "I hope we meet again soon for the next time we do, I'll break those clothes off you and eat you up."

She swore Breakdown made a mocking howl to the amusement of the others, even Starscream. She didn't know why but lying there in their aftermath made her feel like a slut...and it didn't bother her as much as she wanted it to.

A small river running down had her stop to readjust her outfit and clean off the residue of her foursome. She paused as she readjusted the hem of her skirt to go back into place as well as the underwear. She should have torn it off...but she refused. Who else would come after her? Who else did she want it to be?

Optimus was probably wondering by now where she was. How long had it been now? She lost track of time, but her coordinates were said to be a little less than an hour away. No more distractions, no more Decepticons, and no more pretending this was all coincidence. The dress had to do with their behavior; that was a given. But why? Or rather she should be asking why Miko specifically chose it. It had to be a human custom, something pertaining to a human element unseen. Miko didn't pull this crap for no reason. The wolf call, the constant use of the term wolf was ever present in the Cons' vocabulary. Knockout even warned of it. What was she missing?

As she treaded through the forest, far denser than the one in Nevada where she encountered Airachnid, she had her hood up and her cape was rubbing against her winglets sitting between them. She scowled and grabbed the cape only to see its red shimmering. She stopped in her tracks before re-evaluating the whole thing.

Red. Red. Red...taking a journey to deliver goods and meeting a wolf...oh no. Arcee used the Internet to pinpoint the connection and she rolled her optics, fluttering them shut in disbelief and slight anger. Little Red Riding Hood. That was the theme and the Decepticons were aware of it. She was taking Energon to Optimus, a mentor and great leader, just like Little Red was taking goodies to her grandmother...and the bad wolves were the Decepticons. In the story she got a synopsis for, Little Red was distracted by the wolf to delay her from reaching Grandma's by making suggestions like picking flowers to buy time so he could digest Grandma and then kill Red when she finally arrived by posing as Grandma. It was a kids' story usually, not in Arcee's case. The Decepticons certainly had no problem deflowering her...but they never referred to themselves as the Big Bad Wolf, instead insisting she had yet to meet him. He was on his way to kill Optimus while distracting her! Clever bastards.

She resumed running, uncaring about how tight it made the dress again. She couldn't let Optimus be ambushed!

"Your hurry is illogical."

Arcee slid to a halt, unprepared for the voice in the dark woods. She peered around in the mystic ambience until she spotted a single optic of red, a twitch of his audial fins alerting her that he was checking her out. Shockwave was here.

"Oh no, not you! Is everybody out to get me here?!"

Shockwave approached her but she didn't bring her weapons out already used to the routine. Fighting would be illogical...great, she was thinking just like him.

He then said, "Your...attire is most irregular. Tight, defines your curves nicely, and I sense...arousal."

Arcee frowned, dropping the basket of Pink Energon knowing outpacing him in a costume wouldn't work. "Join the club."

"You like being cornered, don't you, Autobot?" He said with a much huskier tone as he backed her into a tree, "If you didn't, you wouldn't have come here persistent, unprotected, and wanton. As much as I don't care for human influences, I do find this little gimmick of yours quite enticing. Did your core heat at the sound of their howls, Arcee? Did you bare yourself to them? Will you bare yourself to me?"

On cue, howls echoed, not fazing Shockwave one bit but it caused Arcee to shudder now that she knew what her own outfit's origin was. The howls sounded a bit generic though like a recording. She managed to look just past Shockwave when she narrowed down the direction those howls were coming from. Out into faintest starlight, Soundwave walked up beside Shockwave. The howls appeared as wavelengths before ceasing.

"Here the howls among the ether night calling you? We take what we want and now, we want you."

Shockwave used his one servo to send a claw delicately from her cheek down to her neck and following the straps attached to her collar to her covered breast plating. His vents let out subtle hiss, a good indicator he wanted to slice the outfit off her to reveal herself to him, but he refrained. If she could guess, it wasn't his choice.

Soundwave's tentacles wrapped round her legs and arms, forcing them open and to the side which did little to hide the strain of the dress against her with only the skirt still fluffy and loose. She tried to stand tall in the face of the advances though her panties were pressed hard against her valve. Cursing to herself, she felt Shockwave feel up the dress, especially the waist that could almost fit into his servo.

"Didn't think you'd be into this, Shockwave," she said. She held back a moan as one of the feelers of Soundwave's tentacle threatened to get up close and personal with her, skimming the foreign material moist from her previous encounters.

"Isolated as I may be, completely inept at desiring carnal pleasures like you I am not," he replied before shoving her to the ground on all fours with the help of Soundwave.

Heat crept up her faceplates as they both now had a grand view of her aft and the red lace beneath the skirt hiding what they wanted most. Arcee could barely stand the wait; she knew what was coming. To be mounted in the middle of the woods like how wolves take their inferiors to display dominance, the resemblance was uncanny. And she wanted it.

Shockwave played with the skirt, teasing her hips and waist as he pushed it out of the way high enough to show off everything with any distractions. The dress was cute, but nothing distracts more than a tempting valve even for a reclusive scientist. The garters were a new thing to him, and Arcee tensed as he barely lifted one and let slap against the back of thigh into position again. He did it on the other leg, chuckling as she winced. Closet sadist. She would keep that in mind.

As he opened his spike cover and pressed it against the tight underwear, he jerked slightly to emphasize to Arcee how the thin piece of fabric keeping him from her meant nothing. He mused, "Using human undergarments is low even for you. But you're depreciative of yourself, aren't you? You're doing the next best thing to keep us on our feet, being a tease like you weren't already? I have to say it is working. You look beautiful in filthy, degenerate lower lifeform clothing."

The derogatory explanation unfortunately stirred her body into overdrive. Maybe he was right. Maybe they were right. She didn't hate this as much as she believed. When Soundwave came around her to lower to his knees, his spike in front of her face, she didn't object to it.

Shockwave carefully slid her panties to the side with his thumb while the rest of his servo clawed her aft. He growled as he pushed in, savoring the warmth of her entrance for a second. Arcee had to grip the ground to keep herself from moving when the scientist's thrusts began. Soundwave replayed another audio clip of the wolf howls and she frowned.

"You want that spike sucked, you shut up."

Soundwave tilted his head amused as if she had any power to deter him from shoving it past her lips. Thankfully, he complied, and she took his spike in willingly, using Shockwave's vigorous pace to set her own. She felt the tentacles holding her limbs shivering and constricting at Soundwave's pleasure, not tight enough to hurt her but to make sure she couldn't move at all.

Shockwave leaned over her using his weaponized arm to steady himself while his servo perched on her backside to play with the corset straps. "It is only logical you would submit to those you've always fantasized taking you like this. Those Autobots can't give you what we can."

Soundwave held Arcee's helm as he drew close to his overload, screen cackling with dimmed vocal scratches. Arcee was worse for wear. Her valve held no complaints as her walls were pulsing as they were adjusted to the intrusion wanting more. Shockwave's pace went faster, forcing her to take him to the hilt.

"Ah! Mm-ph-ah!" Arcee gasped, taking Soundwave's spike out her mouth unable to hide the noises. Soundwave wasn't upset by this, instead servicing himself to finish.

In wave of ecstasy, Arcee's head was forced down by Shockwave who had a death grip on her aft prepared to finish her off. She overloaded while he continued to pound into her, his vents straining to regulate the high amounts of heat flowing through them. He came with a groan, partially leaking within her while the rest of it fell to the ground in a puddle.

Soundwave finished on her face. Arcee winced at the transfluid hitting her forehead but accepted the remainder in her mouth. Swallow it, she didn't expect it to be rather harsh on her taste sensors. The spymaster quickly took a picture, a technique he copied from Raf, and saved it to his hard drive. Of course, he would do that.

The femme didn't shy away from Shockwave briefly nuzzling her neck, seemingly taking in her scent with a deep noise she couldn't tell was laughter or if he was still turned on. Soundwave unlatched his tentacles and stood up like he didn't just ejaculate on her face. Arcee was shaky getting up and realigned her outfit, wincing as she had to wipe off the remains of Shockwave's and Soundwave's fluids while the mechs admired their handiwork. Her cheeks remained blushing the entire time.

Soundwave finally left without a word content on having his share while Shockwave was hesitant. He still looked over the outfit with admiration.

"I do hope you keep this attire for later use. I have plenty of experiments I want to try regarding your questionable sense of style. And remember, Arcee, we were merciful, but wolves are hardly ever."

Arcee was left in the woods to grab her Energon basket with trembling legs from post-haze overload. If all that was mercy, where was the Big Bad Wolf?


AN: I constricted the encounters a lot mostly because I didn't want to draw out the whole scenario to where the final encounter would be stale. So, threesome and foursome sex scenes were included to move the story along. The Big Bad Wolf is drawing closer to Optimus' base, oh what will become of it?