D-16 and Orion Pax were constant troublemakers. They knew Eilta was aware of this to the point of yelling at them every time they appeared. She got frustrated one day with them from being tardy...two hours late. In retrospect, it was completely Orion's fault, and she knew it. It helped that D-16 just glared at him for the assault on the audio receptors.
"You two, I swear, I am one strike away from burying your corpses in the mineshafts! What do I have to do to convince you not to screw up?! My job is on the line because of you fraggers!"
They slightly shrank in their berths in the isolated section of the medbay building attached to their miners' quarters. Thankfully, their groups were pretty good at not getting themselves hurt for the area to be mostly vacant. With them, Arcee, Glyph and Firestar stuck by Elita as a clique and were the ones who dragged them in with their tails between their legs on her orders.
Orion Pax shrugged, "Can I get a libr-?"
"No libraries," Elita scorned deadpan. "Get you scrap together, or I will make these hardworking girls kick your afts until you bleed to death!"
D-16 mused, "Isn't that a little counterproductive though? How can we work if we have a pede up our afts? Be real."
Elita gestured up, irate. "Come on, guys, do I have to suck your spikes to get you motivated?!"
Both Orion and D-16 peered between her and the others blinking dumbfounded like abstinent teenagers. She knew they were aware enough to know their spike from their pistons. They were just acting incredibly stupid. Out of frustration, she snapped her digits at Arcee who perked up from her shock and came forward.
She then muttered, "Nothing leaves this room, got it?"
Arcee nodded and smirked, "Nothing at all."
The boys were still sitting on their benches when she gestured to Firestar. "Lock the doors."
The red and yellow femme acknowledged the order, sealing the door from the inside.
"Now then," Elita started, "since you two are not going to learn to behave. I am going to make you. We are going to make you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," the mechs said in unison with wide optics.
"Arcee, Glyph, you get D-16 straightened out. Firestar, let's teach Orion some manners," she sneered, cracking her knuckles. "I order you to reveal your interface equipment now."
Orion looked uncertain; D-16 did it no questions asked with Glyph and Arcee revealing their valves. He looked at them and grew flustered like he was experiencing a schooling crush.
"Orion," Elita growled.
The red and blue mech blushed and his equipment came out shortly afterwards. Elita sank to her knees and Orion gave her the runway to do whatever she wanted, gulping uneasily at what she intended to do. She cracked her helm and began stroking his spike first to prepare.
"If this doesn't motivate you two to show up on time and do your job, I don't know what will. And if you're good after this, I may just let you use one of us as a reward for nice behavior and adequate attendance."
Firestar came around to Orion's side as he started to melt to Elita's touch. The red femme sat next to him and turned to tempt him by placing a thigh on his lap.
Orion nervously tried to sweet-talk as he normally did. "Wow, you two really are a-a great team. You seem to have an idea of what you want so...so how can I-I help? How can I help?"
Firestar grinned, "You can start by shutting up, Pax."
She guided his helm to face her and slid her glossa into his partially opened mouth. She kissed him hard to make him respond. To remind him he wasn't in control, she took his servo roughly and guided it to her valve forcing his digits to rub her folds. Once he had a feeling for her, she made him insert them inside her greedily. Orion followed her lead and learned what she wanted quickly. He obeyed like a cyber-dog, pumping his digits into her at a steady pace.
Elita admired the sight as she increased the pace and copied her to rub Orion's exposed valve. Firestar was always ambitious and was not one to play around even when mining. She wanted what she wanted, no distractions were allowed.
"Okay, okay, I see what you like, baby," D-16 smirked towards Arcee as she stood in front of him while Glyph went around. His optics eyed her up and down the whole way.
"You think so?" Arcee purred.
Arcee gave a faux innocent gleam with half lidded optics as she caressed his faceplates when suddenly, she slammed his upper torso down, so he now laid flat on the berth. With D-16, Glyph was the good cop to Arcee's bad. He all but chuckled nervously as Glyph got behind him sitting patiently next to his helm while Arcee slowly climbed onto D-16's lap, her valve rubbing against the front side of the spike to tease him. D-16 tried to place his servos on Arcee's hips, but she swatted him.
"No touching, Dee, that's not how this works," she hissed.
Elita always knew Arcee to be incredibly feisty and in control. They clashed a few times because of their distinct disregard for each other. Even though Arcee often was assigned to Elita or Beta, she let the combative femme do her own thing because it usually worked and didn't interfere with the team whatsoever.
Glyph, on the other hand, was a sweet thing but fun natured. And fun meant she was willing to try anything including doing things a little unorthodox. Everyone loved her so she obviously made a great impression on anyone she met and currently, D-16 was down to try anything when she bent over to whisper something. His faceplates were a very deep grey around the cheeks with a smile afterwards. Glyph then kissed him before crawling over him where her valve aligned with his faceplates.
Arcee continued to tease D-16 watching Glyph set herself up, then she grabbed his spike to align it to her opening, easing down until she was fully seated at the hilt with a sigh. D-16 did not look like he was regretting anything letting her choose his fate. Unlike Arcee, Glyph let him wrap his arms around her thighs and guide her down, placing her servos over his with a giggle. Her laugh ceased to instead be gasp when her valve suddenly had a glossa eating her out.
"Right there!"
Elita didn't want to admit how hot it was to see those two use D-16 on both ends. It drew her to use three digits on Orion and as soon as she deemed him ready, she switched to oral. She bobbed her helm on his length, reaching down between her own legs to stroke her spike in tandem. Unlike the other femmes, she preferred her spike over her valve. If Orion kept humming against Firestar's deep kissing as she rode his digits frantically, Elita might just have to give something for Orion to really moan about.
Arcee gripped D-16's hip plating hard as she bounced on his spike with a pleasant cry. Glyph had her helm back riding the mech's faceplate with a whimper. She was the first to succumb as D-16 consumed every last drop of hers like he was starving. At the same time, Arcee placed a servo behind Glyph's neck to guide her lips to her own in a heated kiss. Firestar fell quick to seeing that, clinging to Orion who was nuzzling her cogless chest.
Orion reached around Elita's helm to open his valve more in which she responded by easing her whole servo in with a wicked grin as she let his spike go from her mouth with a pop. Firestar moved down to Elita, offered her servo in replacement to stroke her spike while she focused on Orion. Occasionally, they switched so Elita could enjoy the attention she was receiving but pumped her servo in Orion's valve in sync to Firestar's aid.
After Glyph's overload, the dark turquoise femme pinned the servos of the mech she had let eat her valve as Arcee slammed herself on D-16 who was looking up at the pink femme like she was a goddess delivering him the essence of the Well. D-16 just let the girls take full reign of the operation. He wasn't going to last much longer with a bitten lip going hard enough to draw blood.
"D-Damn, frag!"
Between the two mechs, Orion came unexpectedly with a shout. Elita had just switched again with Firestar and got a mouthful of transfluid as a result, most of which she swallowed but Firestar entangled glossas with her to get her own taste of Orion. Orion was recovering from his overload when he saw this and winced from his member growing hard again. Elita unloaded into Firestar's servo soon after.
D-16 and Arcee came together as he thrusted up into her, shooting his load deep inside her gestation chamber. It was what sent Arcee over in return, grinding to make the most out of the blast of stimulation. Glyph let go of D-16 and pet his helm lovingly while he recouped.
"Okay, you femmes are evil," joked D-16. "You four are masterminds."
"Oh, you think we're done?" Firestar sneered. "You leave this place alive if we allow it."
The mechs froze and shivered in anticipation of what else there was to do. Glyph and Firestar changed mechs, but Arcee and Elita stayed with the same. This time, Orion let Elita press her spike into his valve with a groan while Glyph straddled the mech.
Elita said, "You look good on my spike, Orion. Maybe you should be open more."
Orion had a loopy pleasure-induced smile at that. "Ah, I'm-I'm open for negotiations, captain."
Glyph's back was to his chest, and she pressed her cheek to his, servo on the other side of his faceplate to keep him close. Orion reached to rub her valve when Glyph seated herself on his spike nice and slick. Elita and Orion were on both sides pinning the dark turquoise femme between them. Each thrust Elita gave made Orion react by ramming Glyph.
D-16 rearranged to let the femmes do the same. He was on his knees behind as Firestar had Arcee lay on the berth and went on top of her. She seated her own valve on top of hers to grind their parts together and leaned over so she could let Arcee play with her cogless hole to keep her occupied. Snapping her fingers, she gestured to D-16 who was staring hard with a raging boner.
"Why don't you make yourself useful, pet? Come here," she gestured.
D-16 didn't hesitate to reply, "Y-Yes, ma'am."
He was presented with two options, two valves he couldn't decide between as Firestar gave a few harsh gyrations to Arcee to make her groan and reach back to claw at the berth. He finally aligned himself to Firestar and mounted her.
Firestar used his eagerness to pseudo thrust against Arcee in timing to his own. The spike forced itself deep and Firestar reached back to hold D-16's hips flush against her aft to savor the intrusion, then she let him hump her.
"Good boy," Arcee whimpered with each movement produced by their rut, her valve rubbing against the underside of the spike occasionally.
Elita rolled her hips to grind her spike against every angle of Orion's inner walls. Orion leaned on his servos with his helm back. Glyph clutched his thighs and slammed on his spike with a purr and kissed Elita in the heat of the moment. The captain of the team didn't mind one bit and returned the favor. The timed thrust ricochetted to Glyph's valve adding extra flares of pleasure and vice versa when the latter went down on Orion wanting to milk him dry.
After a minute, D-16 reached down to Arcee's valve and entered two digits straight in, curving his servo to press against the exterior to massage her folds. The femmes both thrust back against D-16 who snapped his hips up to meet Firestar each time.
Orion was loud and whining for more. Elita gave him everything she had, reveling in his submissive expression. She felt her overload coming close. Glyph sounded like she was about to go bouncing on Orion's lap with her glossa out panting. They were making a mess of Orion's equipment, but Elita knew he didn't mind as long as he was being taken along for the ride of a lifetime.
"Frag! F-ah!" Orion fell on his back on the berth with a cry and a muffled curse, shooting into Glyph who doubled down on her movements.
Elita continued to abuse Orion's valve until she stopped and filled him, earning her a gracious moan. Glyph was the last to overload and clutched Orion's thighs to drive into the furthest nodes chasing her growing desire. The transfluid in her was pushed deep into her gestation chamber while some of it leaked out from the rapid movements. She made the cutest whimper Elita ever heard when she was brought to a halt, rolling her hips to ride out the spike she kept warm inside her.
The mining captain then looked over to see D-16 and the others. Firestar was shoving herself onto the mech's spike and grinding hard against Arcee in the same motion. She growled amused at Arcee being a victim of hard-slamming digits from D-16 and being humped to the point of severe pleasurable agitation of her exterior node. She didn't last more than another minute when she suddenly caved and moaned loudly.
Firestar left Arcee to lean up and just let D-16 pound her aft with a smug grin. The mech released into her abruptly, but she refused to stop until she came. She kept a hold of his hips to continue his hard momentum even though he was worn out. Finally, she pressed back completely and stopped with a deep groan. The transfluid in her provided an addictive fullness. She released D-16 immediately after stroking her valve to release some soreness happily content with his offering.
"What do you know, you are good for other things," Firestar purred.
Arcee added mockingly, "You can mine my shaft any day."
The two laughed as they enjoyed their full bellies of transfluid. They had more jokes but kept it to themselves.
Poor D-16 collapsed on his aft and was struggling to keep his systems at peak level with his body radiating so much heat. Orion seemed the same way. The femmes recovered far easier than the mechs, climbing off the berths and readjusting themselves like they didn't just have an orgy. Both mechs, however, were on the berths panting and barely registering what planet they were on. The girls placed back on their panels and laughed among each other how wiped out the boys were.
Elita gave one last insult to injury as she put her digits with Orion's lubricant in her mouth to lick them clean. "Now, as fun as that was, I suggest you two go back to your barracks and get some recharge. Remember, you start shaping up, maybe one of us will stop by and let you have a little treat. Failure to do so, and you don't get anything except being pummeled by Darkwing if he catches you slacking again."
Orion chuckled with a hoarse voice, "I'll be a good boy, I promise."
"I'll hold you up to that, Orion, or else mommy is going to make you regret it," she growled.
Firestar let Orion see her aft and hip movement with a wink, Glyph politely waved at both, and Arcee shot D-16 a raised brow when he made an orgasm-drunk lucid motion. She looked at him up and down the same way he did her earlier and gave a faint smile. Elita huffed victoriously and walked out to leave the two in their mess. Maybe that would set them straight. Right before she left, she caught Arcee suddenly decided to give D-16 a return call sign. As soon as they were down the hall, she frowned at Arcee.
"Really?"
"What? He's cute," the pink and white femme defended.
Glyph laughed, "I call D-16's valve next."
"I call Orion's spike next," Firestar scoffed.
The femmes burst out laughing again. Elita was all for it, assuming they kept their promises.
Sure enough, the two mechs were showing up on time and getting work done. They stared at the girls like her a little too much like begging mutts, and for that, she did let them have a treat or two. Sometimes, it was a long session with all six of them, other times it was a quick romp between only the mechs and one or two of them.
She often attended Orion the most with a quick blowjob or fragging him senseless. D-16 sank his spike into Arcee more times than counted, but what irked Elita was they were caught doing it even when it wasn't time for any rewards...even between mining locations on shift. She called Arcee out on it, but the other femme just shrugged. Glyph was pretty bad too, letting the boys double team her randomly.
It made Elita a little regretful of what she started, but call her a hypocrite when she once snuck into Orion's barracks and made a risky decision of riding him quietly while everyone else was asleep. She was arguably no better than the others. But at the same time, Orion and D-16 were definitely improving because of this treatment. Was it a crime after all?
"So, captain, what's my reward today for being a good boy?"
As Orion's servos wrapped around her waist, a small smile broke on her features at how just a little encouragement could go a long way.
AN: Pun of the term "minor encouragement" intentional aside, it's just a fun little idea I came up with. Elita should write a novel on how to train workers to do better because I think this might be an effective weapon. Also, I decided to add Glyph even though she doesn't appear because there's apparently "two Chromias" in the film and I figured that maybe we could just call the miner that looks like her Glyph instead. Give the girl some love, you know?