Pairings: RID Thunderhoof/Strongarm, Decepticons/Strongarm

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Prison sex, voyeurism, masturbation

The cave system they were stuck in was horrible but it was better than being out among the elements though this labyrinth offered little warmth. Strongarm could be at least thankful for that as well as being able to stay and watch their prisoners while Bee and the rest of the team salvaged what they could from the scrapyard. The two humans were staying at a prepaid motel not far from them until further notice. This meant Strongarm and the Decepticons were the only bots around.

Underbite whistled, "Darlin', I can make you squeal louder if you bring that pretty little aft over my way."

"The revolution could wait for you!" Quillfire exclaimed.

The crab-like mech muttered, "I-I think your absolutely gorgeous! I am actually pretty good in berth-"

Thunderhoof suddenly roared, "All of you's shut up! She's mine!"

She panted as he rammed into her slick valve while the others watched in awe. "T-Thunder…hoof, please!"

The horned mech sneered as he kept one servo on her aft and the other on the bars of his prison. The energy bars between them didn't stop him from making her press back against him, nearly taking his length to the hilt. He knew she couldn't release him without notifying Bumblebee which was unfortunate as he did wish to try a few things with her so he made the best of the situation and had her posed like a mutt in heat to accommodate his member and limited range of movements.

He always had a thing for cops and having them melt to his bidding by making them act on their desires was his specialty. He owned several of them on Cybertron, having them redirect crime busts towards a rival gang and paying them more than the Autobots did. In fact, he treated most officers better than the Autobots did. Most just had their judgement of him twisted by his enemies but he found ways to reel them back. Then he met Strongarm and the gal was a blast to verse. It took him a while but he managed to convince her that he was not bad, that he could offer her more than the Autobots ever could if she ever decided to become one of his dirty cops. Not a Decepticon, just a part of his personal mafia.

She had thought it over apparently and the offer was initiated with a kiss after his capture then it erupted over the course of a week into something more. Interestingly, Strongarm had a crush on him this entire time so he wasn't complaining. She was cute, feisty, and a seemingly great companion. The only thing he didn't like was how she was able to attract other's attention which made him want to exert dominance over her to remind everyone she now belonged to him. She was his little dirty officer.

"Cybertron's finest indeed. Look at them prisoners in the cages. Quite a show you's givin' them," he growled lowly. "You's my favorite copper, that's for sure. But do ya think this is all you's goin' to get under my care? Nah, baby, this is only the crumbs of what I can give ya. I can give ya Cybertron itself and all its secrets so you can take anything ya want and nobody'll know except me."

He stroked her abdomen as she moaned his name again, one servo grasping his wrist in comfort of their rut. The mech could fantasize her being at his berthside every other night while the rest of time she took care of his rivals, hunting them down like prey to her predator. She would definitely be a great addition to his syndicate. In the back of his mind, he also thought about the possibility of producing an heir with her especially if they continued to do this.

The other Decepticons were just as horny as they were with Underbite being the most vigorous of the three. As Strongarm was being pounded into, the large Chompazoid timed the sound of their interface panels clashing to his own hand job. His tongue oozed saliva in response to the pleasure he was enduring. Quillfire and Clampdown were a bit afraid to follow suit as they feared Thunderhoof wouldn't take kindly to their prowling.

"Frag me! Harder, please! Thunderhoof!"

Sensors on his spike rumbled when the cadet gave a pleasurable scream and her opening fastened down upon him. He could only get a few more thrusts in before he could no longer move and he too felt the surge of the overload ripple through his chassis, a bovine-like bellow emitting from his vocalizer. Transfluid filled her to the brim and the pressure of it made Strongarm lean forward so she could reach back and spread her valve lips. When Thunderhoof removed himself from her, filaments of the sticky substance slid out. He admired his handiwork with a proud grunt from his nasal vents. He ignored the roar of the Chompazoid and the whimpers from the other two as he did not want anything to distract him from the beauty that was.

Strongarm lay on her side with her arms cradling her helm and her legs shut together, her folded but leaking valve still presented to the mob boss as a gracious view. She eventually peered up at him sweetly as he wiped away a few loose strands of transfluid from her inner thighs.

"There's more where that came from, baby, as soon as I get out of here. I won't blame ya for doin' you's job and haulin' me in but just remember to return to me when I get out of custody," the Decepticon grinned.

"Yes…sir," she mewled as he pet her valve soothingly.

AN: This pairing is one of my favorites and I found the concept of Thunderhoof inaugurating her into his circle of corrupted cops something he would actually do. Also prison sex! Can't hate that!