TFA Ultra Magnus/Red Alert/First Aid – Check Up
His expression was on the verge of a breakdown. He wasn't able to vocalize properly, emitting plenty of silent gasps followed by some brief grunts and maybe a whimper. He clutched his helm over his optics unsure of just how to process his abrupt forced pleasure. Red Alert sat on his abdomen facing his spread open legs that couldn't close from her assistant First Aid providing the wicked doctor support by restraining them with her servos. It forced his knees close to his sternum. She was stronger than she looked.
A glossa lapped hard at his valve. The white and red femme had her hold on his thighs as well, leaning into the valve sucking and nipping at his sensitive inner mesh. The only time she paused her assault was when she went to spread his valve folds apart and aimed for his exposed entrance begging for something to fill it. She leaned down to hover over the valve and study its eagerness to her touch with a purr and then stuck out her glossa to plunge into him at an angle.
Ultra Magnus threw his helm back with a shout while First Aid stroked her valve in tandem watching her boss eat out her commander aggressively to a sensory overload. He was overwhelmed with the surge provided by the invasive glossa going to town. He groaned in arousal when his overload wasn't even registered, only a huge flare before it melted to a rising secondary.
Red Alert refused to stop even when he bucked to his embarrassment. All it did was encourage her to eat him dry like a deprived vixen. He panted from the harsh treatment and nearly lost his mind entirely when she smothered his anterior node and rubbed his center harshly.
Then First Aid drew attention from herself shoving her digits into him, and that didn't let him last longer than a minute. Ultra bucked and arched when his second overload struck him. He wanted to reach for his valve to add to the mixture, but Red Alert's form was blocking his chance of control. He was stuck at their leisure in torturous pleasure.
By the time Red Alert showed mercy, she licked her lips clean of residue and left Ultra with a decorated valve oral fluid and scattered lubricant. First Aid finished herself off and used his inner thighs to rest her elbows and hold her chin on the back of her intertwined servos with a starstruck giggle.
"You look nice like this, Commander. You took your dose of medicine like a good boy."
Ultra was shaded enough in the face. He had his helm to the side with half-lidded optics. When First Aid touched his sensitive valve, he winced and groaned. His pedes lowered to finally touch the berth though his knees pressed together as they couldn't hold themselves up. Red Alert came around him and the smile she wore felt sinister in its glare. His medics were mischievous.
TFO Sentinel/Quintesson Commander – Eggs
The Commander liked seeing him squirm. He couldn't help it with the tentacle shoving into his valve. The slimy organic appendage freaked him out at first, but the consistent pulsing movements of the flesh played with him, stretching him and thrusting. The slime seemed to mess with his senses and caused his chassis to secrete far more lubricant to where he was leaving a flood in his wake.
On his knees and one servo while the other reached back to open his valve lips, Sentinel wiggled his aft a little to entice it to crawl deeper. He peered back and made eye contact with the Quintesson who's tentacles were wrapping around his waist and thighs to hold him steady.
"S-See? I can't hold up my end of the bargain quite w-well, huh? Give me some extra time and you can do this as m-much as you want," Sentinel begged.
He grabbed the appendage and manually pumped it hard with a rigorous moan until a secondary tentacle swatted his servo. The Quintesson Commander gave a deep growl. He bowed his helm with a small smirk. He knew it hated him touching it. He was a tease that way...
Suddenly, a strange intrusion made him pause. The Commander had its eyes closed and seemed to give a watery grumble when large orbs trailed under the submerged tentacle's skin and moved in sequence. The odd orbs were even wider than the tentacle and Sentinel gasped upon the first bulbous outline pushed into him. It took several seconds for this thing to push only halfway past his entrance with the other equally round outlines got stuck behind it. He clawed at the ground in immense discomfort but as soon as it went through finally, there was only a brief peace and a small breeze of euphoria he adored before it moved up into his gestation chamber where it was released and settled inside him.
The only thing his system could tell him about the foreign object was it was round, hard, and it was rolling around in there comfy against his body's wishes. Sentinel gripped his abdomen feeling another press through his valve and settling. One after the other became less painful and more erotic. He reached back and played with his exterior node with heat flaring over his cheek plating each time an orb was pushed into him.
His abdomen got heavy and uncomfortable, but it somehow contributed to his lust being so full. They finally stopped coming with the last orb settling in his cramped chamber and his abdominal plating protruding slightly. The tentacle slipped out leaving him very disappointed. He was about to scold the creature for leaving him high and dry with his overload when the orbs started bustling...
He twisted around to sit on the floor and panted with the most unusual rush of ecstasy hit him. Sentinel felt several of them trying to escape his chassis going back towards his valve and he saw the outline now a greenish transparent egg coated in the same slimy substance as the mucus the tentacle made from its pores. He groaned loudly while pushing the eggs out but with their departure abruptly led to his overload.
The valve forced more out of him to clatter over the ground amid his restless orgasm. He pushed two eggs back in before they could escape to pump digits into himself a few times then let them slide out along with the large eggs. There were over a dozen laying in fluid. His valve was caked with the substance and as he leaned back on his elbow joints to process the abnormal aftermath, he breathed heavily in relief to have gotten what he wanted despite the slight disgust he held for such a filthy tactic.
Cyclonus/Tailgate – Spike Warming
There was some amusement to seeing Tailgate fidget and try to move back on his spike. Cyclonus could only relish the tightness of his partner but held him still by the neck. He didn't want him to move. He just wanted to enjoy the feeling and let his spike sit comfortably inside.
"C-Cyclonus, please move...I can't take it!"
The purple mech refused and held Tailgate. He only pressed as deep as he could go antagonizingly slow to submerge into the warmth entirely for his own benefit. Tailgate could suffer.
"Why would I? I'm comfortable right where I am," he mocked.
Feeling Tailgate try so hard to wriggle and thrust back only encouraged him to leash his pet with a tighter hold. Cyclonus didn't care to indulge him right now. He could wait. But the valve did look enticing to pound a few dents out of. Restraint was a virtue but maybe not in this case. He wouldn't mind eventually watching that valve get a good pounding later. For now, he simply let his spike simmer in the delectable heat.
His spike was leaking prefluid inside Tailgate, making the latter squirm more. Cyclonus purred at the combination of reactions wondering if it was possible to get off just by letting his spike rest in such a snug opening made for him. He looked down at Tailgate with his resolve slowly breaking.
"Do you understand what you are doing to me?"
"Please, Cyclonus..."
Cyclonus thought about it. The tight heat was intoxicating, but he really wanted to use his spike just by that whine alone. One more minute to take in the nice tension, then he would give Tailgate everything he wanted.
TFP Makeshift/Bulkhead - Imposter Sex
Makeshift flinched inwardly when the big mech started to cuddle. All he heard was, "I've missed you so much, Jackie."
He didn't know what the consequences of letting the bot touch him had, but he was about to find out. The shapeshifter played along and agreed just to not arouse suspicion. Then Bulkhead played with his valve panel and a sizable blush hit him. He was panicking inside.
"C'mon, Jackie, just like old times. I know you miss it."
"Yes, Bulk...I sure do," Makeshift lied. He was forced to open it and feared the worst but to his surprise, Bulkhead was very gentle and rubbed his folds graciously slow. He expected the Wrecker to actually wreck him off the bat. He was wrong.
The digits made Makeshift naturally lean close which let Bulkhead give him a kiss. Makeshift was starting to convert to enjoying himself, slightly pushing down on the digits to get them to enter him with a real moan. The playfulness of the Autobot made him want to see what wrecking in interface really was. A digit slipped in, and he grew ambitious in return.
While Makeshift played with himself riding the digit, he saw Bulkhead's spike and instead of fearing it, he was open to exploring this brute's chassis. He liked this without a doubt in his mind now. When the digit removed itself, he glared at Bulkhead who wore a grin. He didn't even think and jumped the mech to tumble him onto the floor, climbing up to tease his wet valve against the large spike. If Bulkhead wanted to play, they were going to play.
"That's it, Jackie. I thought you had forgotten to do it rough."
"I'll show you rough," Makeshift growled in Wheeljack's voice, but it nearly jabbed into his own.
Bulkhead didn't notice. Makeshift immediately grabbed Bulkhead's spike and pressed it in him with some regret because it was bigger than he anticipated, but now he had to pretend it was alright. It took a minute for the pain to subside. He went from pretending to impaling himself willingly on the mech in no time. Never in his dreams would he think to do this with an Autobot he was trying to dupe. Starscream could wait a little longer, and Wheeljack could stay imprisoned loathing him. He was riding this mech if it was the last thing he did.
Ravage/Ramhorn - Marking
Ramhorn then growled with a deep baritone, "Beat it, kitten."
"Not in the mood to stand your ground, pet?" Ravage bit back.
"Keep talking and I'll show you how my kind deal with strays."
Ravage hissed again despite Ramhorn was wandering more towards the side trying to go back to his master but not letting him out of his sight. Ravage didn't like being ignored and stalked closer with another warning grunt from Ramhorn. When the red and gold Minicon turned his head too quickly for Ravage's liking, he swatted Ramhorn which earned him an immediate charge. They clashed with Ramhorn striking Ravage's side to topple the cyber-cat, horn prodding Ravage's underbelly but not able to hurt him from Ravage's frantic movements. Just before he could get up fully to defend himself, Ramhorn mounted him from behind with his hips starting to thrust despite nothing to thrust into. Ravage hissed once more and tried to reach back to swat but then he felt the bot's spike slip out and poke at his interface determined.
"Get off me!"
"I warned you, kitten. Strays get marked."
Ravage still hissed but after much poking around, his panel was forcibly opened, and the spike found its way into him. He was tense and irate feeling this Autobot pet hump him. The spike drove deeper each thrust uncaring of his opinion of discomfort. Ramhorn was panting with a rumble displaying his victory which Ravage all but scoffed at.
His tail rattled and its armor splayed outward a bit with the spike digging into his walls and jabbing anything in reach. Ravage hated Ramhorn with a passion. The rhinoceroid continued the rough motions that the cat all but had to submit to.
"Lousy pet."
"Stupid stray."
Their wit went back and forth amid the rut. Ramhorn slowed down and suddenly pulled out and splattered transfluid everywhere though Ravage had to grimace when some of it was released into him. The Autobot Minicon snorted amused to Ravage's embarrassment and anger.
"Go crawling back to your master, kitten. This is my territory, and so are you now."
One last hiss escaped Ravage, but he was in no condition to fight. He turned tail and sauntered off humiliated. He would get Ramhorn back and reclaim his dominance. That was a promise.
Nightbird/Chromia - Enjoying the View
Nightbird leaned her weight on her elbow cast against a pillar looking down at Chromia sitting on her knees peering back up at her. She gave a small laugh.
"What's so funny?" Chromia demanded.
"Oh nothing, I just like how easy it was to make you sit there for more than a minute."
She leaned forward a little with her other servo on her hips and caught the Autobot looking down her chassis with her own smirk.
"What can I say, Bird? It's a good view from down here."
"I can make it even better," Nightbird mused. Chromia didn't dispute it.
She released her spike and began stroking it while standing over the blue femme. The expression of her lover twisted to immediate focus on the member with restrained desire. Nightbird made sure not to take her optics off Chromia imagining what she would look like with her transfluid on her face. Chromia started twitching wanting to touch her or herself. Nightbird just continued to give her the view she was pleased with.
She gripped the pillar stroking faster to appease her lover, a slight noise escaping her. "You like what you see, Chromia?"
The Autobot was flustered and horny demonstrated by her blue optics looking up as she began groping herself. It only encouraged the grey and purple bot to move faster aiming at Chromia's faceplates. It didn't help the Autobot was more than willing to take whatever was sent her way.
Chromia tilted her helm cute and replied, "If I see this for the rest of my life, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
It didn't take long after that to find release with how much Chromia admired her.
Slipstream/Skywarp - Dominant
"You big sparkling," teased Slipstream.
Skywarp made an awkward and shy bow of his wings backing away. "I'm just not so sure it's a good idea-"
He was pinned to the wall with her strength and had a purple tint in his faceplates being nearly nose to nose with the excessive femme. Slipstream marveled at the faint scent of arousal through it.
"I say what is and isn't a good idea, Skywarp," she purred as she heard him gulp. "And right now, I want you on that table so I can ride you."
Though they were at risk of being discovered in a less than private room, Slipstream wanted to play and play she shall. Skywarp was heavily aroused now and gave a rapid nod. He nervously climbed onto the table and sat facing her when he was abruptly pushed down flat on his back. Slipstream already had her valve out awaiting him. When he let the spike out, she all but took him with one snap of her hips down.
She was always asked why she stayed with Skywarp when she could be with any Con. The truth was she didn't care about competing for overloads or wanting someone as exciting as her. She liked Skywarp because he was a caring bot, a genuinely wholesome being and while she acted tough to him as she did with everyone else, he knew she loved him. Even if she did most of the work in their interface from him being too much of a coward to ask her for anything, bless his spark, she admittedly didn't mind exerting the control and power between them and getting him to play along with her more daring stunts she knew he would love in the end.
As Slipstream was going down on him, she didn't stay silent. Skywarp was watching her like she was his goddess while being mercilessly rode. Slipstream loved his adoration, and his spike was perfect for her needs. She paused to sit on him and leaned over so she could direct him in attending to kiss her lips before trailing down her neck and chestplate. She rolled her hips to keep him warm and engaged within her.
"I'm going to milk you dry," she threatened.
Skywarp had a crooked, flushed smile and an endearing shyness to him. That was her baby, and she loved him. Slipstream then raised up before resuming a near brutal pace. She built up his courage to help by whispering sweet nothings and praising him aggressively. His servos were on her hip keeping her in motion.
He came in her and flooded her valve, but it only made her get off more. She hoped she wouldn't break his pelvic joints one day as she slammed down upon overloading and lifting off him to let their fluids run out of her used valve. But she refused to stop there. She got herself worked up again rubbing her anterior node and sank back onto him. Skywarp seemed to take her needs in stride and let her use him over again like a good pet.
Blades/Blackout - First Meeting
Blackout poked fun at him, teased his rotor blades by picking them up to let them fall back against his spine. "I ain't never seen a bot like you. Flying around dying fleshlings? How shameful. But you're cute so I guess that's forgivable."
Blades gave a nervous wheeze. "I-I'm cute?"
"Yeah, like a toy," Blackout hissed mockingly.
His chin was lifted and a glossa snaked down into his mouth. The servo mapping him didn't let up. Then it roughly massaged his interface. Blackout pressed closer laughing.
"You taste good. I wonder if you feel good too."
Blades shivered, "I, uh, can't say..."
His legs were suddenly lifted to be on Blackout's hips and a few motions made him moan with their panels together. The friction caused a faint charge and was persistent. He was forced to rock against Blackout who resumed kissing the copter, scoping out his panel until Blades shuttered when it was opened for him. Digits flicked over his valve and made him grip Blackout's shoulder plate while melting in his hold. It didn't take much to get lubricant flowing. Then Blackout hit his back on a wall and let his spike rub on the outside of his folds that pushed across them irritating the exterior node in the process. The change from digits to a blatant spike made Blades bend to the whim of his captor.
"You do feel nice after all," Blackout said through a heated sigh. "I've always wanted my own toy to play with. You're mine."
The spike pushed in, and Blades gasped in slight pain. Blackout cared not for his reaction and forced him to take more. He had no choice but to cling to the larger mech as he was stretched and bounced with the hold on his legs. He felt so useless in the Decepticon's grip.
He was eventually pressed onto a platform nearby and bent over to be thrust into proper. The spike seemed so deep in him, he was afraid it was dislodging his T-cog from place. Some blood was leaking out but otherwise, there was nothing of concern aside from the hard jolts and the flares between pleasure and agony. His chassis didn't even last long in the rut and caved rather painfully. Blackout was determined and laughing.
"I think I'm going to keep you around for a while. I don't think Megatron will mind."
Blades was shadowed by the mech leaning over him and pumping the large spike into his small valve. From one helicopter to another, he didn't expect to draw such attention from a dangerous foe.
Soundwave/Blaster – Public Sex
Soundwave set the music and had his Minicons work on the lighting at the dance hall. But as bots and humans alike danced to the obscene pop song, some of whom pressed against one another shaking their asses, the Decepticon DJ had his own partner to dance with. Well, it was more like his hips were rotating against Blaster's.
The darkness and strobing light masked the Autobot DJ clutching the edge of the console grinding back against Soundwave. Everyone else was getting down with the beat, some doing a little dirty dancing, so Soundwave just pumped up the crowd as a distraction. Blaster let Ramhorn, Rewind, and Stripes take over his routine for the time being with Ravage and the others. The blue and white mech grinded harder to Blaster's rear until he felt mesh instead of armor. He gazed down to see the faint bio lights of the valve his interface array was now point blank on.
He almost chuckled in Blaster's audial receptors, "Blaster, you're acting naughty."
He felt the mech rub back as he replied, "You're not afraid of a little dance, are you?"
"Negative."
Soundwave grinned under his natural mask and psuedo-thrust to make the open valve bounce against his panel. No one seemed to notice the DJs were distracted. Blaster did alter the bass a little while giving a low moan to at least appear like he was doing something. Soundwave noticed the valve was leaving small spots of lubricant each time it struck his spike panel. It was getting stickier by the second.
He timed a thrust to bring out his spike and entered Blaster in the same motion. The red mech covered his mouth and trembled as Soundwave grabbed one of Blaster's legs to lift and get a solid angle. The valve pulsed around him pumping into his rival. He watched the crowd oblivious and still going at it as Rumble and Frenzy chose another song, a heavy beat hip hop jam that had the dance hall getting louder by the second.
Meanwhile, Blaster leaned up to place his cheek against the side of Soundwave's masked plate. The Decepticon felt up the mech's abdomen and dipped a servo down farther to play with the expanding folds and node. Blaster could be loud and virtually no one heard him except Soundwave.
"Overload for me," Soundwave mewled.
Blaster was nearly there and being plowed as Soundwave chased his own end. The valve was tight and moist, far too delicious to pass up the opportunity to make Blaster full in front of several thousand people. He himself was pounding the aft like no tomorrow with his vocals straining. The booth was almost rocking, but the people still carried on. Soundwave stopped as he unloaded, and Blaster followed suit with a whimper masked by the lyrics and bass.
Soundwave refused to leave and nuzzled his rival with a chuckle, "Round two?"
The Autobot glanced back before a sudden buck startled Soundwave. All he got was a barely visible and subtle grin. "We have two more songs before we have to address everyone. I would be disappointed if we didn't."
Ironhide/Bludgeon – Non-Penetrative Grinding
Sword against cannon was not fair. Disarming Bludgeon was terrible, and they were sent into several stalemates. But something stirred the fight between the two, and Ironhide started to see they were both aiming to pin the other for dominance. One inconsiderate motion made him accidentally get behind Bludgeon with his arm pinned on the mech's spine...and he didn't realize he was pressed flat against Bludgeon's aft until he saw the Decepticon glaring at him unmoving. He bumped into the aft again and peered down to see his mistake.
He found himself pinned on the ground a moment later. The battle to pin one another became fierce and Ironhide would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying it. He didn't know if Bludgeon was. The latter though was not resisting as much the more he pressed himself onto the mech. He liked challenges. Bludgeon was a hellion.
Finally, Bludgeon sat on his interface array and seemed to make some type of vocal purr, the strangest sound but since he never heard the mech speak at all, it threw him off. Then he had Bludgeon chest to chest with a slight arch. The roll of the hips told all. He had aroused the mech from oblivion and the heat from vents made him nervous. He did something bold and let his spike out to see how the bot would react.
Bludgeon barely looked away from him to register what he was offering. Ironhide was shocked when the mech revealed his valve and rubbed it against his length. Bludgeon's vents became strained like deep rumble, his red optics dimmer than normal. The black and red mech was driven to madness with his member teased like this. Of course, Bludgeon wouldn't give him what he desired at first.
The valve just continued to slide faster and he all but wanted to grip the green hip plating to force Bludgeon on him. Then the bot did something crueler and readjusted to sit on his spike that was bent horizontal flat against his abdomen. Still no permission to enter. Ironhide stared with a groan as Bludgeon grinded across his length. The tip nearly got in only to be forced out yet again. It was the worst thing for Ironhide even if he liked seeing that valve being spread on him. It was also interesting to hear some faint noises from Bludgeon that were his versions of moans. The death grip on Ironhide's wrists though were torture.
Bludgeon caved and dripped heavily across Ironhide's member with several strong jolts before arching and giving off an alien growl. He was definitely no normal Cybertronian if at all, but Ironhide hoped he had some sense of honor. To his dismay, Bludgeon just dragged his wet valve back to the tip of the spike and kept it there occasionally rocking down to tease it out of what could have passed for his sense of humor. Ironhide changed his mind. He loathed Bludgeon, the cockteasing bastard.
Grimlock/Shockwave - Stuck
A dark snarl rang out when Shockwave tried to touch him. The purple mech made a hoarse noise but Grimlock didn't care. His spike was only three quarters in, and he was going to make sure this pathetic excuse of a Decepticon felt every foot. The valve was already too tight to fit more. Shockwave was on his servo and knees with a fist balled up and aft raised with his chest to the ground. Grimlock was hunched over him holding his waist and pushing.
"Please, no more!"
"Shockwave pay for what happened to me Grimlock!"
The scientist yelled back, "You...idiot! This solves n-nothing! A-Ack! You're going to break me!"
Grimlock almost laughed, "Kind of point."
With a final small movement, Grimlock managed to stuff himself completely to the hilt into a daunted Shockwave who reached with a shaky servo to his widely spread thin valve folds that had a few streaks of blood and lubricant running from the tiniest crevice between the opening walls and the thick appendage. Grimlock basked in the tightness and could tell Shockwave's chassis was mortified by being so full.
"Me Grimlock king. You, Shockwave, will never tame."
Shockwave didn't respond and made a whimper that sounded like agony mixed with a desire for relief. Grimlock's claws scraped at Shockwave's sides, making the latter flinch before starting to pull out...when he realized he couldn't budge. He tried a bit harder, and it earned him a harsh yelp.
"You thick-headed beast! You're stuck! I warned you!"
Grimlock gave a sincere guilty expression and suddenly understood that maybe he took it too far. "Uh-oh..."
He tried to gentle shimmy his way out but all it did was help Shockwave get over a brief amount of pain to otherwise no avail. He hated that he now needed to call Ratchet and Wheeljack all while enduring Shockwave's jabs at his intelligence. It was quite awkward when they arrived with Shockwave just starting to get used to the massive stretch...
AN: Half these pairings are complete crack from an alley I dug up. Idk