Megatron/Arcee – Virginity
Seducing her with his charm was a chore, but she caved. She was one of the few bots he enjoyed personality wise, tough yet classy with a very nice chassis to boot. Now, he mostly needed a distraction to let his Decepticons take over the base Arcee had access to, but this would do.
He kissed her vigorously, enjoying every sensation going to his interface panel in eagerness. But he knew he was big enough to perhaps hurt her smaller frame. What better way than getting a taste of the forbidden honey to start off? But as he went down her chassis with small kisses, he found she didn't respond anymore and looked up confused.
"Is something wrong, Arcee?"
"No, it's-it's just, um, I'm...I haven't..."
Megatron was nearly baffled by that before a sly grin appeared on his features. So naive. He almost broke down laughing. "You mean, you've never...?"
Arcee shook her helm with the most innocent look imaginable. He adored it. Well, he could change that. She was leaning against the wall with her arms behind her back like a well-mannered virgin. She knew about interface, but it seems clear to him she had yet to be taken. That made it special for him, but he wouldn't be rude and give her a reason to believe Decepticons were monsters. No, to keep his new toy loyal and trusting, he would give her all she needed.
"It's alright, my dear."
He rubbed circles on her thighs in assurance while giving her the most honorable face he could muster. When her valve panel opened with a shiver from her, he couldn't help but flash his pair of canines in smug lust. His servos were on the front on her thighs, and he used his thumbs to spread the folds. Her legs were coaxed a little wider, the chassis trembling timidly. The baby blue bio lights were about to turn purple as his red optics were transfixed.
With nothing to lose and everything to take, Megatron started slow and dragged his glossa across her center, looking at that innocent face twist with gasp and optics shuttering in an emotion she seemed unsure of. To him, she tasted very sweet. The Autobots didn't know what they were missing, and they weren't going to as he laid his claim.
His hungry mouth dug into her valve as she made the most delicious moans he had heard of for some time. Her servos clawed the wall, her leg went over his shoulder which he held onto as he altered his angle with said window of opportunity, and Arcee started to press against his glossa desperately trying to explore the feeling she was most unfamiliar with. Her virgin lips were divine.
Once she was comfortable enough to know his intentions, he wrapped his arms around both legs to be on his shoulders and forced her valve directly in his faceplates preventing her from moving away or trying to rely on her movements to get off. He would get her there his way. Megatron lapped the lubricant her body was making greedily like it was his last meal.
Her servos were on the back of his helm as she arched and panted, throwing her head back becoming overly sensitive to the overload coming. He knew this from the amount of lubricant running down his chin, dripping onto his chest and the floor. Her thigh grip on his helm grew tighter. So close, so perfect were her pleas. Virgin no more...
"Megatron!"
He couldn't help but chuckle at the desperation Arcee was having, making sense of the abrupt spasms. He liked hearing his name too. It would be better if it was constant. She placed a servo over her mouth to muffle her eagerness and rocked against his glossa lapping at the amount of lubricant gushing from her tortured valve. She cried to Primus watching. No, he was her god now.
As soon as she calmed down and her overload subdued, he held her against the wall but removed his face coated with the sticky substance. He made sure she could see him use his glossa to swipe over the sides of his mouth to take as much of her to consume as possible.
He growled humorously, "Tastes as sweet as you. I may want a second helping."
Arcee blushed, her thighs threatening to hold him there as a prisoner and that was the only answer he needed. She wanted to know more. He thought about whether or not he had the time and slowly grinned mischievously. For her, he could stay all day. The Decepticons knew what to do.
He rose up with her still secured by his arms and partially sitting on his chest, uncaring of the remnants of her essence spotting his finish. He brought her to her berth and laid her down to kneel between her legs. Cracking his neck, it was time to have fun.
If no one else could hear them outside her home, he would have been surprised because he was making her scream. Her valve was pleasurably agitated and hot just how he liked it. Seeing her arch, head turned to the side with her beautiful blue optics closed, and being completely helpless to his cravings made his wait to take her worth it.
Their shadows were connected indefinitely, the berth already with a mess, and his glossa entered her for every drop of honey he could steal. And he planned on stealing everything of hers before the day was done. There were plenty of things he could teach her along the way but eating her out was so far his favorite pastime.
TFP Knockout/Ultra Magnus – Seduction Masturbation
The only thing Knockout disliked was how restrictive Ultra Magnus was. He never let himself fall out of line, never did anything outside of rules, and never once tried to do anything with him other than "respectfully" be a partner. Well, respect didn't get this engine revving. He was handsome but no fun.
"Come now, Ultra, surely you've wanted to do things to me," Knockout seductively emphasized while sitting at angle showing off his figure.
Ultra Magnus gulped and shook his helm. "No, absolutely not."
Bummer. Knockout was kind of thrown off by the mood killer and checked out his claws before scoffing, "What's the point of having a trophy on your shelf if you aren't going to polish it every few days for everyone to admire?"
"That's rude."
"To whom? Me? I'm more offended that I have to wait for something good to happen. Please, Ultra, play with me. You know you want to," grinned Knockout. When he saw Ultra tense again, he pursed his lips. "Okay, let's try this. What twisted, dark pleasure does the stoic Ultra Magnus want to do?"
Ultra Magnus shook his helm, "I do not do 'pleasures.' It is against regulations."
"But if you could..."
He caught a side glance that occasionally went downward, and a blush appeared soon after. There was something Ultra Magnus wanted to do. He was afraid to say it, so Knockout sat up and opened his legs, revealing his valve and leaned back against his arms. Ultra Magnus now had a full display of his opening and Knockout waited patiently for the leader to take in his offering.
"Close your legs-"
"What if I don't want to?" Knockout challenged, guiding his glossa across his dentae as he reached down between his legs to massage himself. "What are you going to do to make me?"
Ultra Magnus trembled as Knockout got a little vocal from messing with his exterior node and scowled, "You Decepticons really are heathens..."
He tried to turn away to be the same respectful bore, but Knockout didn't want that. He all but demanded sternly, "Look at me."
The arousal grew as Ultra Magnus didn't take his optics off him as told. Knockout forced two digits in and pumped them hard into himself, never once looking away from Ultra to make sure he was watching. He liked seeing the mech tense and staring at his valve as lubricant started to coat his digits.
"K-Knockout, this is improper-"
"Watch me..." he moaned, sliding his servo over his folds rapidly and driving the digits deeper in the same motion. Strands of lubricant splashed down onto his seat from the rough treatment which entranced Ultra enough to step closer.
Knockout smiled at that knowing he was slowly reeling in the strict mech. Ultra was still fixated on his wet valve which only made Knockout double down and shove four fingers in with a lustful sigh building into an array of moans. It was becoming even too much for him, so he closed his optics and went full throttle. His overload came hard, and he saw in the final stretch Ultra Magnus right in front of him desiring the view. After a few extra hard pumps and gasps from the intensity, he leaned upright to reach up with his unoccupied servo and led Ultra to bend forward to be optic to optic.
Sliding out his drenched servo, he showed off the slick transparent lubricant and gave Ultra a few beats of his optics with a purr. The larger mech was focused now on the servo and Knockout helped him by teasing his lips to give him a small taste of what he was missing out on. Ultra surprisingly let his glossa out and sucked on Knockout's digits, becoming fiercer like a growing addiction. When he was done, he looked ashamed.
"Sinful..."
"I've been called worse, baby. Nothing leaves this room. In here, there are no factions, there is no war, and there's just you and me. Sin ain't got nothing to do with natural desires."
To prove his point, he kissed Ultra which was the turning point for the Autobot to grab his hips. He tasted himself and he knew Ultra was turned on by the thought just as much as he was. Knockout slipped his servo down over the mech's and guided it down to force it to rub his valve. He continued to make their glossa's dance when he grinded down on the immobile digits and made one enter him. He noticed Ultra's enthusiasm heightened which was exactly the turning point he wanted when that digit began to move with more confidence.
Screw the Autobots' rules. Time to break in the guardsmech for a test run...
Earthspark Breakdown/Bumblebee – Tribbing
They went to their spot on the hillside and Bumblebee laid down like he was instructed. No humans were around the area so no worries of being spotted. Breakdown teased his valve plating before opening his to give Bee the encouragement to follow through. He did so and the Decepticon snaked his servo over the needy valve.
Bee quickly asked, "If you have your valve out, how are you going to frag me?"
"Oh, you'll see," assured Breakdown.
He kissed Bee again as he straddled him. The Decepticon purred at the warmth radiating from his lover then placed his valve to align with the other. Pressing them together made him breath out in anticipation while Bumblebee grew flustered.
"Ready, Bee?"
He slightly rocked to tease the Autobot as he awaited his answer. Their exterior nodes rubbed together to his delight.
Bumblebee's breath hitched and then he finally said, "Y-Yes."
Breakdown smiled wickedly, his knees by both hip plates of the scout's and his pedes coming under the spread thighs to anchor himself accordingly. Placing his servos on Bumblebee's abdomen, he began to slide his valve over the smaller mech's. Bumblebee was unsure but was slowly coming around to the friction he was creating.
The lack of penetration did nothing to dissuade Bumblebee's arousal. Good, Bumblebee needed a change of approach. Spiking was fun and all, but Breakdown liked to change things up to keep it fresh, to keep Bumblebee interested. As he rocked against the valve, he leaned down to kiss Bumblebee's throat and neck with a chuckle.
His movements grew intense humping the valve below his with strong thrusts. He had to eventually readjust to sit upright to aim for a direct angle to grind against the valve with abandon. Bumblebee moaned louder from their folds meshing and exchanging strands of fluids.
"Not bad, huh?"
Bumblebee panted, "Breakdown, damn, where did...this come from? Ah! Oh slag, yes!"
Breakdown laughed as he grinded further down. "Just thought you'd enjoy something different."
An overload was imminent. His lover cried out when his hit, a beautiful face twisted in utmost pleasure. It heated his cheeks to see Bumblebee riding out the stimulation haughty and desperate. Breakdown continued to chase his own holding Bee's chassis down to get a better grip. The feeling of his exterior node bothered intensified his thrusts until he couldn't take it anymore. He quaked with his knees pressing into Bumblebee's side earning him a groan.
Bumblebee winced, "I wasn't expecting that to be good."
"Do you not trust me?"
"No, I do, but I just thought there had to be a spike involved..."
Breakdown mused, "Oh, I can think of several ways to make you cry my name without a spike, darling. But how would you feel for round two?"
Bumblebee gave a wonky lust-fueled smile as Breakdown guided him up to instead take top while he laid down. This time, they merged their valves from a side angle, and Breakdown never saw Bee's optics shine brighter from the increased sensitivity. Fully seated, Bee used his leg as a support and immediately took off in grinding against his swollen folds.
It was Breakdown's turn to relish in the sudden flare of lust as his scout had picked up quickly on what to do. He let him take charge, liking the idea of just their valves the more Bumblebee hit the best angle possible in his thrusts. Even Breakdown was seeing stars now.
Well into the evening, they took turns. And it got better each time.
Blitzwing/Rodimus – 69
Blitzwing's crazy personality snaked his black-edged blood red glossa around the spike of the smaller mech. Red fangs teased the tip of the spike with an alien rattling sound akin to a purr. The demonic red optics with slivers for pupils had widened, and a smile never left the pitch-black faceplates.
A moan made him peer back slightly with an echoing dark chuckle. He was resting on top of Rodimus with his spike and valve near the latter's faceplates. It seemed the Autobot was hesitant to partake, but Blitzwing reassured him was a devious idea of mutual pleasure by fingering his valve and attending to his spike orally. The little noises his pet made him continue regardless of if Rodimus played with him.
Apparently, Rodimus was unfamiliar with the technique but was slowly starting to get a taste of Blitzwing's spike. It only encouraged Blitzwing to take Rodimus' deep into his mouth, fangs gently grazing the exterior with malicious humor.
"A-AH! Damn it!"
Blitzwing himself began to emit a muffled moan when Rodimus decided to play along finally. The smaller mech explored his interface equipment more thoroughly, one servo pumping his spike while the other started fondling his valve. His wings twitched when a glossa grew explorative of his valve folds in response to his actions.
It amused Blitzwing to no end how easy it was to break down the barriers of the Autobot's uncertainty with just some attention. Autobots were always chaste in their ways of life, but even a change of position was the beginning of new discoveries for them. Rodimus was growing confident by the second.
Blitzwing switched from bobbing on Rodimus' spike to stroking it and instead lowering his helm further to nip and lap at the wanton valve just waiting for attention. He got rougher each minute as Rodimus jerked up. Pressing his glossa inside the mech, he felt his own valve being fingered now.
"So desperate," Blitzwing mumbled.
Hearing Rodimus' voice carry higher was like music to his audials. He sank his glossa as deep as it could possibly go and used the rest of his mouth to massage the outer folds. Rodimus copied him. Despite his larger size intimidating the Autobot, it seemed it was no longer an issue. The other was comfortable beneath him. In Blitzwing's opinion, this is where he wanted him to stay.
The Autobot had to pull away from Blitzwing's valve to cry out as an abrupt overload shook his systems. His digits resumed toying with the valve, but his optics were closed and his helm back against the ground in bliss. Blitzwing released his glossa from the other's valve with a grin.
He playfully said, "Aw, Autobot's first overload?"
Rodimus hissed, "S-Shut up. I just-just didn't this position to work, alright?"
Blitzwing let the Autobot take his spike into his mouth, slowly stroking Rodimus' when his face shifted to the calmer blue variant with his pushed in left optic and heavy vertical scar from brow to cheek.
"It sounds to me like you Autobots just don't know how to live a little. But don't worry, we can make you scream, little one."
Rodimus didn't reply with his mouth full of spike, but Blitzwing took the initiative to go in to make good of round two for his pet. His pleasure was building faster now that Rodimus knew how to go about it in tandem with his rate.
Blitzwing grunted and slightly thrust against the digits pumping in him and the mouth engulfing his spike almost deep throating it. "T-There we go. Good bot."
Double oral to interface was a little tricky, especially with different sizes. It just pleased him how adaptive Rodimus was. There were other positions he was definitely going to try later on with his Autobot but for now, he wanted the fiery maroon and orange mech to be properly trained for more vigorous activities he had planned.
With a growl, Blitzwing overloaded and dipped his helm to the side of Rodimus' thigh to take in the hard surge. He ejaculated in Rodimus' mouth and heard the mech cough as he swallowed his essence. That just made Blitzwing's smile rise wider. Plenty of time for training indeed...
G1 Starscream/Optimus Prime – Double Ended Toy
"Ever used one of these?"
Optimus stared at the double ended phallus starstruck and speechless. It took him a moment to shake his helm. Starscream approached and shoved him onto the table to crawl backwards on the solid surface. Starscream crawled on top of him with a grin.
"Wanna play, Prime?"
As soon as Optimus all but babbled with a failure of words, Starscream took the lead.
It only took a few minutes of coaxing. After all, no one could resist his charm. One moment, the mighty Optimus Prime was the infamous Autobot leader, and the next moment was him moaning loud and gripping the table edges bent over on his knees like his life depended on it. The table shook from the motion.
Starscream panted and slammed his hips back a few times before reaching back to adjust the double ended phallus to even out in how many feet in length each of them had inside their valves. Once the correct length seemed right, Starscream bit his lip as he peered back to see Optimus huffing and meeting him midway.
The toy was his to show off sometimes with other partners, normally other Decepticons who loved it, but Optimus was the first Autobot he ever used it on. Safe to say, he turned the skeptical boss into a fan in no time.
Starscream crawled backwards so the thrusts became shorter, harder, and he could reach Optimus' thighs to hold him still and grind their occupied valves against one another. Optimus readjusted to collapse on his lower arms and bowed his helm with a brief outcry of pleasure. Starscream laughed a little at his reaction.
The hard grinding and small thrusts had both of them flustered. The toy was jamming into their gestation chambers, and Starscream was riding out the feeling of being stuffed by it as his overload was coming hot. He assumed Optimus was just as starry eyed as him.
He felt Optimus suddenly stop and drag them apart to where they were each at the edge of the toy. Starscream was a little peeved until he realized what the Prime wanted to do. Optimus shot back and shoved the whole length between them back into both their valves which had Starscream letting his glossa hang out as he was fragged by his own toy.
"Y-Yes! Frag yes! Come on, Prime, frag me!"
Optimus did just that at a brutal pace. They both were gushing lubricant by the time they overloaded. Hearing Optimus so loud more so than ever before was a sign that the same boring routine didn't always pay off. Sure, interface was interface, but experimentation could unlock a beast. They both went still though Starscream thrust back a few more times to milk his orgasm dry. The Prime shuttered with clenched dentae and newfound lust.
But to Starscream's surprise, the Autobot was far from done. While Starscream remained on all fours with his chest to the table, Optimus was on his knees upright and angled himself to almost sit on Starscream's aft. The Seeker had a huge blush when Optimus began bouncing on the toy which in return shoved it in new angles against their interiors. His hips were used to stabilize Optimus' balance as he rode the toy eagerly.
Starscream didn't expect this but he was in love with the phallus curving and striking every node in a way it normally didn't. He looked to see Optimus driving himself into a loud frenzy impaling himself on it. They both moaned like pleasure models, the tense euphoria becoming unbearable.
"F-PRIMUS!" Optimus yelled.
Starscream knew for a fact Primus had nothing on this. He was even uncaring how much his cockpit on his chest was being scratched up. His overload came so hard and sudden, it was breathtaking.
Optimus drilled into him for his and it made his post-overload uncomfortable but delightful at the same time. The Prime seated himself fully and threw his helm back. Starscream didn't move most of that second round because Optimus was doing the work for him, but he still had enough energy to sneer at the Autobot leader.
"And you wanted to pretend you didn't want me?"
The hazy, lustful glare and then the sudden random, hard thrust that ached from the force he received that made him whimper was all but worth it. He couldn't help being smug even in interface.
TFA Lugnut/Bulkhead– Spike Against Spike
"Take out your spike," Lugnut grinned with hidden fangs. All eight optics on the sides of his helm narrowed mischievously.
Bulkhead stuttered, "W-What-?"
"Trust me."
The green mech grew curious and did as he was told, baring himself to his mate. Lugnut came around with a possessive growl and wrapped his claws around Bulkhead's waist. The other pressed close, that went for their spikes as well. Crushing their hips together, Lugnut began to grind against Bulkhead.
Sliding his spike against Bulkhead's made him rumble and the ridges of the other length teased his own. Though they were standing, he kept a firm hold to start thrusting. He mused as Bulkhead's optics lit up and gasped.
"Told you," the Decepticon hissed playfully. "Now, you want real fun? How about you lay down and let me show you something even better."
The Wrecker retreated to find a suitable place to rest. He found a divot in the grass and Lugnut was in awe seeing him roll around for a second enjoying the texture before settling comfortable. He circled his mate to look at his form and determine the best way to go about this. Finally, he realigned himself in a similar fashion on top, placing both servos beside Bulkhead's waist. Their spikes lined up perfectly pressing against their abdomens.
Bulkhead said, "You really are Insatiable today. What is up with you?"
Lugnut growled amused, "What? I can't take advantage of my mate every once in a while? Show you I love you?"
He began his gyrations at a pace this time. Now that he had the mech against a solid surface, it was a lot easier to gain nice traction and really feel everything.
The Wrecker grunted pleasurably, "Keep-Keep going, please."
Spike against spike, Lugnut nestled between his legs and claws dug up the earth with each sharp movement. Heat welled up in his abdomen from the pressure, delightful and suffocating in the best way. Prefluid was pushed out between them and stained their undersides.
Amidst the rut, Lugnut couldn't help but gaze down at the love-struck expression his conjux had. As long as Bulkhead loved what he had to offer, he was content with producing the best experiences he could find. He placed the underside of his chin up past the other mech's shoulder and gripped his waist hard to maintain a strong pace.
They both moaned with Lugnut reverting to animistic growling with the motions. His spike trapped among his abdomen and another spike mimicked a strict tightness trying to push into a constricting valve. He was getting closer to his maximum output level, panting eagerly. Bulkhead was a complete mess beneath him, whimpering beautifully. He knew his mate was close too and bit at his neck as he thrusted to oblivion.
"Lugnut, please!"
He heard his name and grinned, slowing down only to roll his hips at an angle to milk the stimulation for all it was worth. It proved both their undoing when he felt Bulkhead's transfluid and chased his breaking point in desperation. He caved and threw his helm back. He had no choice but to stop and release over himself and his conjux with a sneer. His grip held both of the steady until the dense feeling of fulfillment passed.
RID15 Thunderhoof/Strongarm – Mutual Masturbation
Strongarm was so hesitant but given she caught him in his downtime away from Steel Jaw and the pack, he was already exposed and stroking his member vigorously. Her appearance accused him of public indecency which he quickly shut down because technically, he was in an isolated, forgotten barn outside of Crown City, and no one could see in, so not public and not indecent. That put a damper on her high and mighty attitude quickly, but she refused to leave. So, he offered her a chance to play.
He wasn't going to touch her, but he did want her to marinate him mostly just to see if she would stoop so low to do it. She didn't understand what that meant at first...such a naive Autobot. When she finally did, she was drawn closer to his exposed spike curiously.
"What if Steel Jaw or Bumblebee finds out?"
Thunderhoof laughed, "Why they got to know what we's doing? I ain't no snitch and I don't waste no opportunities I see flow my way. All I want's a show to make things a little more appealing. Imagining stuff only gets me so far."
He saw her paranoia slowly melt when he laid back on an abandoned tarp covering a mound of hay. He issued her forward only with a gesture, and she obeyed and stood over him. When she revealed her valve, he eyed it with a grunt and began stroking his spike. She lowered to her knees and hovered her opening to align with him but instead of penetrating herself, she gave in to his demands and began rubbing her valve lips.
Thunderhoof was dead focused on sight of a pretty valve being toyed with just out of reach of his spike. The teasing amped his speed. He could very well take her, but the show was too good to be true and had no plans on sacrificing that.
Strongarm went faster and seemed to watch the spike below her in the same manner as Thunderhoof. He closed his optics for a moment when his chassis flared and his vents grew heated, then he smiled.
"That's it, baby," he muttered, biting his lip. "You's beautiful. Don't be afraid to make it messy. I like messes."
She made a few frantic breaths as her chassis no doubt was reacting well to the praise. He stroked in tandem with her movements imaging what he could put that pretty valve through. The other police officials he ever seduced really became good frag toys when they learned to let go. Strongarm was just the same. While he missed his company back home, he believed he would enjoy hers for the future.
Then she made the sweetest noise when her digits pressed into her. That sent a new twitch of arousal through him as she began pumping into her valve hard. Drizzles of lubricant from her valve hit his spike and his servos caught them among his rapid jerking, the warm fluid feeling refreshing adding a slick coat. He saw her notice this and continued with more enthusiasm.
The femme reached back with her available servo to stabilize herself on Thunderhoof's thigh. He groaned when more fluid dripped down onto him. Her digits were rapid and moving in circular, jolting motions. Thunderhoof was in love.
With a cry, a sudden splurge of lubricant left her valve and fell down to his spike, abdomen, and inner thighs. Thunderhoof loved the feeling and pumped his spike as fast as he could now that he had what he wanted. Strongarm was overloading and continued hard to force as much as possible out for him. She stopped and opened her valve to let whatever was left drip down.
Thunderhoof was going at it like his life depended on it, leaning into the hay pile with a wince at the burning pressure. The help from her contribution caused him to pant before suddenly releasing with a snarl. His transfluid shot up and he made sure to aim at her folds in return, making her rub her valve instinctively. He was content with the results and sighed.
"When yous been around as long as I have in this game, you pick up a lot of little tricks to keep you happy. I have plenty more to teach if yous interested."
Strongarm seemed so, especially when she asked, "I think teasing an officer is also illegal, but maybe I can turn a blind eye if you are willing to do something for me in return?"
Thunderhoof narrowed his optics with a smug grin. Then Strongarm did something unexpected and teased him further by nearly pressing the tip of his spike against her folds to tease both of them. He was a little surprised by this and now it was his turn to wonder just what she had planned instead.
When the teasing continued with his own fluid grazing her entrance like she dared him to push it in, he all but warned, "Now, copper, don't tell me you take bribes now."
She took hold of his spike and simply replied, "It's going to take a lot to bribe me though."
The Decepticon blew steam out of his nasal plates like a domineering bull with a smile.
Shockwave/Perceptor – Facesitting
Shockwave huffed at Perceptor's questions. He had been caught unfortunately at the wrong time with a toy in his valve, and he was paying for it with Perceptor bewildered.
"Why wouldn't you just go have regular interface, you anti-social basket case? You don't need all this...equipment."
"I like it because I don't care about partners nor their constant chatter," he warned, "especially not from Autobots who lack a creative drive in their interface protocols."
Perceptor glared at him. "You calling me boring? Pfft, says the monotoned walking corpse-"
Shockwave shoved him onto the ground and crouched with a warning hiss. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do think you are. There's more to interface than you think. I am a scientist; I experiment on everything."
"Yeah, sure sounds like it," grunted Perceptor.
He noted the Autobot still didn't shut up in the face of a dangerous threat. He could crush his vocals, use his microscope slash cannon to his own desires...or what about his mouth? It seemed it could be useful after all. Since Perceptor believed him to be nothing but a monotone killjoy, maybe it was time to teach him some manners.
To Perceptor's confusion and horror, Shockwave crawled on his knees and aligned his exposed valve to the Autobot's face, prompting the other to panic when a death grip was on the black helm.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I-I didn't mean use me! This is not ethical-!"
"Why not? You like running your mouth and annoying me. I have no need for distractions but since you're here, make yourself useful and let me work on my newest experiment: how to get an Autobot to shut up."
When the other seemed at a loss for words, Shockwave took it as submission and sat his valve on the mech. His grip tightened from Perceptor's brief mumbling and twitching, servos clawing at the back on his thighs angrily and one of the pedes stomped down. The movement rubbed against his valve and made him readjust to an angle that made him pause and sigh. He leaned a bit forward, feeling the Autobot's noseplate and mouth brushing nicely among his folds. Another brief struggle had him refrain from showing weakness early.
He all but scolded, "Quiet, stay still! You wanted to bug me; you get what you deserve."
Perceptor settled down, the servos still palming his thighs. Shockwave then dragged his valve back and forth on the mech's faceplates. A flutter of stimulation began to flood him, finding satisfaction in the folds being subjected to tension and any vibrations from Perceptor's tame voice now just added to that.
Another movement from the mech below had Shockwave pause and warn, "Behave."
He got a response not long after feeling a glossa start to lap at his valve. Shockwave purred at that, relishing the texture rubbing the inner folds. Perceptor had given up talking finally and only focused on pleasing him now that he had the memo. Rocking against the slick glossa, he leaned against his cannon arm and had his servo loosen its grip on Perceptor's helm now that he didn't have to worry as much about the Autobot fighting him.
Rippling pleasure in the silence made Shockwave the only vocal one in his lab. He grinded down harder with small quick bounces. At some point, Perceptor didn't have to move his glossa, he just kept it out for him to use. The wandering servos of the Autobot had one on his aft and the other was somewhere undisclosed, assumingly Perceptor was taking care of his own needs. Shockwave was too uncaring in his heated ride to care.
He stopped to not rush further and drew out his dominance over the mech. The growing overload died a little from his lack of motions but there was still a notable charge. Perceptor started eating him again out of desperation to make him move. Shockwave just adored taunting him. Then he dragged his valve over again, once, twice, slowly...
"Primus...y-yes..."
He rubbed his anterior node with a moan. Had he known he could take this Autobot so easily, he would have chained Perceptor down earlier and used him at his leisure. The glossa was trying to enter him. He almost let it.
A sudden need to drive himself over the edge had his movements become sharp and demanding again. He leaned back with a grip on Perceptor's helm again to thrust against him like he was simply an object. His voice was carrying loudly and optic glowed bright. Closer, harder. He chased his overload with a passion.
When it hit, he didn't stop but just made quick, stubborn jolts as the glossa took care of his discharge. His thighs clamped down on Perceptor's helm still with the heavy thrusts until Shockwave caved and muttered Primus' name again with a heavy breath, collapsing forward caught by his weaponized arm.
He groaned with the glossa still roaming, petting Perceptor like a pet. When he moved back to sit on the Autobot's chest, Perceptor all but coughed and swallowed a few times.
"Damn, so aggressive," Perceptor said with a strained voice.
Shockwave caught his throat and snarled, "You haven't seen aggressive, Autobot. I already don't miss your smartass comments."
The red and black mech breathed heavily before asking, "Is aggressive where you break my neck sitting on me?"
Shockwave all but mused, "Don't tempt me to prove that."
All Perceptor did in response was lick his lips from the remaining lubricant he caught that stained his faceplates. He took the warning to spark, but Shockwave wanted him to act up again and give him a reason to sit back on him, the cocky bastard.
Barricade/Prowl – Sex Through Bars
It took a few sweet words and some touches to give Prowl the impression Barricade was at his mercy. That's what the Decepticon wanted him to think. He went on his knees despite the divide from the cell bars and reached out to stroke Prowl's legs eagerly trying to bring down his defenses. From there, he did the bold thing of using his glossa to streak across Prowl's valve panel when he was too close. The mech shot back.
"You disgusting fragger!"
Barricade laughed, "What's wrong, Guardsmech? Too pure for some real fun?"
He stuck his glossa out obscenely that made Prowl blush. Slowly, the Autobot came back to him. He tapped on the mech's valve panel with a predatory glare. Prowl peered around cautiously and succumbed to his desires. Prowl pressed himself close to the bars, legs spread wide, and Barricade marveled greedily at the valve presented to him. He didn't hesitate to go in.
His glossa lapped at the faint traces of lubricant starting to form. Despite being restrained by the stasis cuffs binding his wrists, he reached up with one servo to open the valve folds and plunge his glossa deep. Barricade was too busy to notice Prowl's expression twisted with a wanton noise.
The Autobot's knees moved to sit on the lower horizontal bars through the gaps of the cell gate while he reached up to keep himself steady on the upper bars above his helm. Barricade made sure to make him beg by going in with a stronger approach. He began suckling at the valve's inner mesh to feed on the lubricant he wanted. Prowl gave off a grunt and a drawn-out moan of desperation. Prowl tasted good, so Barricade's assault got rougher and made the Autobot arch and shiver.
"A-ha-ah...don't...AH!"
When he knew Prowl was close, he retreated. The death glare he got was amusing but then he made a whirling motion. "Turn around and show me that pretty aft of yours."
Prowl did as he was told, turning to press his aft against the bars and reaching back to hold the cell to keep stable. Barricade dove back in vigorously. Lubricant dripped on the cell gate and the floor as Prowl bent in half awestruck and trying to thrust back into Barricade's glossa. The Decepticon fed until Prowl's abrupt overload.
Before the Autobot could recover with his beautiful sounds, Barricade shot up and released his spike. He reached out to hold the back of Prowl's hip ridge and kept him still to shove his spike in between the gaps of the bars into the needy valve. Prowl silently gasped at the intrusion, but Barricade didn't move. He couldn't from his position. It was his turn to press against the cell gate and hope Prowl would move instead.
The suffocating warmth of the valve he was buried in made him groan. Prowl's door wings twitched, servos gripping the bars tighter. He felt it too. Barricade suddenly had a rush of pleasure when that slick heat began to move. All he had to do was keep himself still for Prowl to bounce off.
"Damn it all!" The Decepticon gritted out while holding onto the bars. "Prowl..."
The silver valve with blue bio lights shimmered as a blur going back against his spike. He could imagine had the cell gate not been an issue, Prowl would have forced him back to ride him properly, but this would have to do. He wasn't complaining seeing the Guardsmech ram himself with a heavy need. Barricade could tell Prowl had a lot of unsaid frustrations with him, all the more delightful it was to see the Autobot use Barricade which doubled as scratched itch to frag him senseless.
Prowl growled at Barricade's deep chuckle at his lust. "Frag...you, Cade."
"Ah, you're doing a good job of it, Prowler," he grinned back.
His whole length was smothered in lubricant and addictive cushioning. Prowl had complete control like he wanted. Barricade didn't mind less work for himself and reaping all the benefits. He just was entranced by Prowl's movements back against him.
"Get it, baby."
"Shut up," Prowl hissed before hitting the fastest pace he could muster.
Barricade felt utter bliss. Overload was eminent. The valve was becoming too much to bear when he clutched the bars almost enough to break them, injecting his transfluid deep into Prowl who stopped flush against the gate with shaking legs of his own brink.
Possessively, Barricade made sure all of his fluids were inside and trapped, biting his lip in contentment. Prowl arched with a wince and stood bent over with a beautiful expression. He watched the Autobot wait a moment before pulling away and sealing his valve. It surprised Barricade a little how he kept the fluids inside him instead of letting them leak out. Presumably, it was better than a superior walking in and seeing a huge mess though some remnants existed visibly.
"Who's disgusting now, Prowl?"
The Autobot stood upright completely and breathed heavily, "If you...tell anyone-"
"And lose a chance to frag you again when you need me, not a chance. If everything goes right, I should be moved to isolation for my...previous bad behavior. I remember a few faces when I worked in the Guard. I think I can pull a few strings for a complimentary visit. I'll let you use restraints next time," Barricade said with a wink.
Flamewar/Moonracer – Caught
Nearly shoving the device inside Moonracer, Flamewar made a silent gesture and grinned, "You want to play games with me, little imp? Let's see if you can be quiet while I go talk with my boss. Hmm?"
"But what if we get caught?"
"Live on the edge a little, baby. The thrill can be just as worth it."
She grinned as she activated the device and watched her pet try not to gasp as sudden vibrating noises were muffled by the valve it was stuffed in. Moonracer closed her thighs and whimpered pleasantly at the stimulation. Flamewar knew her toy would be perfect entertainment for now. She loved that thing for herself, but she wanted to play, and her leader being just outside was a damper on the mood. Why not share for once just to adore the mint femme's reactions.
She was trying so hard not to make any noise whatsoever. Flamewar had to give the Autobot credit for endurance. She left Moonhunter who laid down and put a single servo between her lifted legs with her optics shut tight. The display of the leaking valve outlined by thick thighs was a crude reminder she needed to get back as soon as possible.
Flamewar left her quarters to find Megatron and Soundwave waiting for her. Making sure the door closed even though it did it automatically, she gave a respectful bow to her master. "My lord, how can I be of assistance?"
"The grey and black mech huffed, "It seems a few of my more destructive lieutenants, like shall we say...Blackout and Lugnut, have decided to damage my communications bay on the Nemesis. I need your general assistance in performing a scouting mission for me incognito without reliance on communication."
Flamewar nodded her helm, "Of course, my liege."
"Good, why not start now?"
"...Let me tweak that a little, if I may," she winced. "Maybe an hour or two from now as soon as possible."
Megatron narrowed his optics. At the same time, Flamewar heard very faintly Moonracer's growing moans. The command was already broken, but she couldn't discipline Moonracer from here. Her leader had yet to hear her, but she was closer to the door. She took a quick sneak peek at the vibrator's strength on her wrist screen and debated whether to raise it as punishment but didn't need Megatron lingering around for that.
"An hour or two?" Megatron mocked, "I didn't realize I ever gave the option of such negotiations. Did I give an option, Soundwave? I don't recall..."
Soundwave shook his helm, "No, Lord Megatron."
The vibrator was doing a number on Moonracer because she sounded desperate and frantically masturbating, which was starting to bleed through the walls, to Flamewar's shock. Megatron kind of acknowledged it as something else, but he seemed focused on Flamewar only. Soundwave barely turned toward the wall as if listening for more clues as to what he was hearing.
"Flamewar, this isn't exactly a choice," he smiled dangerously.
"Yeah, no, I get that, but I need a moment to do something really quick. An hour. That's all I'm asking-"
Megatron peered a little past her out in the open, optics moving in small increments with his brows furrowing. "And what...pray tell...is that noise?"
Moonracer wasn't at all silent. No way, no how. Flamewar loved her voice, but the moment was incredibly awkward having to meet her leader's realization and slight annoyance. She shrunk under the intense gaze as they both had to hear Moonracer getting off to the vibrator.
"So, another hour to do what exactly?" The warlord frowned.
She had no way of explaining this without looking bad, but she took defeat in stride despite the annoyance from her superior. What she didn't plan on was Megatron moving past her to open the retracting door.
The sight of Moonracer with the vibrator in her lubricant-stained servo, having dug it out, was rivaled only by her eager cries. Flamewar was more than pleased though Megatron wasn't as much, instead sending her a vicious glare of disappointment.
"Perhaps if you are going to hide an Autobot prisoner as a plaything, you might not want to share your activities where everyone can hear you two."
The black and orange femme gave a side smirk as she was transfixed on Moonracer's abrupt overload. Megatron turned his helm enough for privacy. Soundwave was emotionless but entertained. After the Autobot came, Megatron rolled his optics.
"Just get going...when you have a chance," the grey mech muttered.
Flamewar said nothing as he left, instead turning to her lover with an enamored smile. "And what happened to keeping silent?"
Moonracer pressed the vibrator to penetrate her wet entrance with a lustful purr, "You're right. The risk of getting caught is a bit thrilling."
"Naughty," chastised Flamewar before she kissed her Autobot hard. The vibrator made Moonracer moan against her. Since she had about an hour to kill, there was plenty more that she could do with her in the meantime...without possibly getting caught.
Wasp/Glyph – Humping
Wasp laughed to himself and thrusted his hips forward. The beast contained within wanted far more, but he couldn't afford to alert Ultra Magnus and his ilk of his presence, especially when their secretary was all his. Why ruin a good thing? He was just fine humping her leg like a pampered mutt. Waspinator had to wait his turn for another time.
"See? I can be a good boy," he grinned.
"Wasp, you are going to get me in trouble," she harshly whispered. "I can't be seeing you. Bad boy!"
"Ouch," he mocked. His dentae shifted from regular to fanged, and his optics flashed purple from their normal blue. He made an insectoid, amused rumble.
Glyph was blushing heavily, peering around constantly in utter horror. Wasp didn't really care for her woes, only revealed his spike and valve as he pressed against her. She blushed and held her faceplates as he rocked his hips to grind his exposed valve down on her pede. His spike was pressed between his lower abdomen and her shin.
His smile kind of faded to an aroused expression the more he made the motions. His folds rippling as they were dragged across the ridges of the dark teal armor. Clinging to her leg, he bounced with a purr as the exterior node was teased and his folds loved the sensation of his actions.
Glyph hissed, "You are so not getting anything tonight for this."
Wasp panted and rolled his hips hard. "Oh, then I'm just going to have to please myself without you. Waspinator is not a patient alter ego, I assure you. Hope you don't mind a giant spike rutting in the vents."
"You wouldn't..."
"I would. If one of us gets something, the other form is going to want it too. I can only hold the animal back for so long and this," he emphasized with a pleasurable grimace, "makes him just as horny."
His valve shivered in delight, each swivel of his hips forced it flush against her pede and it was becoming needier by the second. Waspinator was much more outgoing and knowing the personality, he would not be above lifting his tail and sticking anything large in his entrance to fuck himself hard with to match Wasp's display and try to one-up it. He knew secretly Glyph loved Waspinator's desperation and lack of embarrassment for such depraved behavior.
The two sides of his coin were sometimes on opposite ends of the spectrum, but interface made it to where they agreed on one thing and that was to fuck themselves as much as they desired. Glyph was the most fun to tease because he was a rulebreaker; she was not. He liked breaking people down. And seeing the femme have to endure her forbidden lover humping her was testing her resolve. It was funny but a reminder he was still in control.
The purple light of his optics overtook the remainder of the blue. He moaned while Glyph straightened her leg to give him a better angle and could drag his valve further, relishing the torment it was experiencing in its rough treatment.
Glyph just watched him, biting her lip and still keeping tabs on her surroundings. She was curious in indulging his needs, but Autobots were never ones to get freaky first. Being the Insecticon leader, he knew a lot about getting freaky because all Insecticons were. His Predacon-Insecticon hybrid form was the best of both worlds, and he adored his mutation for all it was worth inside and out. Only problem was, of course, the room was too small to fit his monstrous form to give Glyph a real show.
He gave off another animalistic rumble as his movements grew frantic. He rutted against the leg overheating and desperate. His valve left streaks of lubricant on her armor in his fast pace. Waspinator was trying to take over. He could feel his armor rising to shift. He wouldn't let it happen. If he had his tail available, he would be wagging it.
With a grunt and holding back any unwanted sounds he wasn't allowed to make, he unloaded over her shin and the floor with a whine. He saw her smile. She couldn't resist his Insecticon puppy innocence...even if it wasn't close to that in real life.
"Am I still a bad boy?"
"The baddest boy," Glyph sneered. "Now, you have to clean that up."
"But I like seeing you a mess."
"Wasp..."
Oh, she could argue with him all she wanted. He wasn't a fool. He had her under his wings. Only Wasp could get away with being her bad boy and still claim his territory. She loved him; she just wouldn't admit it.
AN: The rest of any chapters I post won't be as long as these segments probably. These just were my favorites so I had more to say with them than required. Also, you'll notice some pairings have labeled universes and others don't. The reason why is because the unmarked pairings I just didn't have a specific universe in mind. They were freelance with my own versions of the characters that are combinations of their canon counterparts and my own design. You'll see that a lot going forward. Unlike the Rare Pair Collection, this is going to be complete random and like I said, these segments will probably be shorter than this.