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Injustice for All	By : TFNymphO Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 4469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prowl
- 2-Jazz
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A rough push that had him landing on his knee joints hard was the only forewarning that Prowl received.

He had only a moment to orient himself and his fuzzy senses before a large silver member filled his immediate vision--a drop of pre-fluid already glistening at the slitted tip. Not needing to be told, his glossa darted out once to wet his light silver lip plates, mouth already moistening with lubricant, as he slid the thick spike into his waiting maw. The piece’s owner readily pushed inside, sliding along the soft metal that lined the cheeks of his warm mouth and the black and white eagerly sucked along the length as it slid in and out.

The uneven rub of the ribbed top of the head felt delicious against his glossa and he eagerly pushed the narrow tip of the appendage along the grooves to create more friction. The wonderful spike’s owner groaned low, his hips tilting forward as he rubbed against the back of the smaller mech’s pearl white helm in appreciation. Prowl felt his spark swell at the sign of approval from his master. He was getting better and it showed in the attention that the other mech now lavished upon him regularly. Gone were the days when he was being forever reprimanded and corrected, needing to be punished for his mistakes and stubbornness.

A small part of the former second’s processor knew that he should be horrified and ashamed of what he was doing. Of how much enjoyment that he was getting out of what was once a shameful and degrading act for him. But that part of his mind no longer mattered or held sway to his actions and the Datsun disinterestedly dismissed the foreign thoughts as quickly as they had appeared. His new programming made sure that his priorities were straight. He needed this…wanted it so badly.

Half-consciously getting the supple tubing of his throat to relax against the intrusion the black and white dropped his jaw open wider and guided the swelling member further into his mouth until his nasal bridge was rubbing against the lower plating of his master’s abdomen. The taller mech hissed in pleasure and took a firm grip of the bridge of his brilliant crimson chevron to guide the kneeling mech in his movements.

Each thrust rocked Prowl’s helm slightly and he nearly gagged when the spade-shaped head of the mech’s spike managed to slip through the opening of his throat. Moaning loudly, the vibrations sliding along the length now fully seated in his mouth, the black and white tilted his head back further giving his master the perfect angle to thrust unrelentingly. The jarring motions forced the smaller mech to grab at the red hips in front of his face to steady himself and keep up with his master’s motions.

The taller bot was now grunting in a guttural manner in time with each thrust and the Autobot was able to catch sight of his master’s face, helm tilted back, optics shuttered and face plates scrunched in pure ecstasy. The sight made him moan again and he felt creamy liquid slide between his thighs in anticipation. He hoped that if his actions pleased his master that the mech would use that Primus-sent spike on his open valve in the same manner as he used his other orifice currently. The thought made him squirm slightly, rubbing the raw plating of his groin against his legs and causing the sensors along that region of his body to light up in pleasure.

Keening loudly, the other mech gave a few more sharp thrusts before an oily substance began to shoot into his throat, thoroughly coating it. His master pulled back before he finished emptying his load into the eager Autobot’s gullet, choosing to spray the last few shots directly onto his silver face plates as the spike withdrew. The former tactician could only moan as the salty substance slid along his sharp features, lapping at whatever drips managed to make their way to his open mouth.

Now somewhat sated, the seeker looked down at his pet, noting the pleased look on the Autobot’s faceplates as he finished cleaning his slightly flaccid silver spike, not wasting a drop. The mech was such a quick study when it came to how the seeker captain desired to be pleasured, but he should have expected nothing less when it came to the former tactician. The black and white bot’s lip plates were pretty and swollen, splatters of shiny black dotting that aesthetically pleasing face as it looked up towards him. Those deep blue—almost violet—optics begged to be ravaged and the lean Decepticon could see lavender fluid trickling down onto the floor from between his thighs.

One of the best things that he had done to his pet is remove his groin plating. Having the bot so easily accessible now was a bonus in many ways. Of course, this meant that he had to guard his treasure more carefully when he took his pet into the more public areas of the Decepticon space station. There was many and eager mech that would like to spread this particular Autobot wide open to their ways. Not that Prowl would complain. He seemed most satisfied when there was a thick spike shoved hard into his valve.

And speaking of which…

Starscream called the mech to his pedes and the black and white was eager to comply, doorwings practically bouncing in delight. Chuckling, he stroked the backs of his digits over a cheek arch and the mech simply melted into his touch. Smirking, the taller mech sharply turned his pet around and lead him to the nearest horizontal surface that he could find, not stopping until he had the smaller bot bent over the table, his rapidly re-heating frame situated between twin sensor panels.

Being pressed against the Autobot he could feel the mech shiver, but he was fairly certain it was only in anticipation and not fear. Shockwave’s reprogramming had worked flawlessly leaving nothing to be desired by he or any of the others in possession of their own Autobot. The mechs no longer answered to the higher thoughts and processes that defined them. Oh, they were still clever and had certain facets of their personalities, but not a single one of them held the desire to do anything other than what they were programmed to do.

Prowl, like several others, was redesigned as a companion, more specifically, a highly sophisticated pleasure bot capable of carrying progeny. The Decepticon scientist had also reinstated code and hardware that had been long since dormant in most Cybertronians. Now that the war was over, it was time to resettle and rebuild their world and they needed a future generation to ensure the success of their goals. These Autobots possessed all of the desired traits for a carrier and mentor to sparklings, so why not put them to good use. Starscream himself hoped to create his own army through breeding the former second-in-command. The combination of their code would create the perfect bots to inherit their world in his humble opinion.

Speaking of which, Starscream smirked as his pet wriggled in frustration, attempting to slide his moistened front valve over the seeker’s proud spike. The larger mech obliged slightly, running the hard tip along the flexible rubber that lined the dark grey puckered opening. The other bot whined in submission, begging for his master’s length to be inside, only to squeak loudly as his wish was unexpectedly fulfilled.

In one quick movement, the Con entered Prowl from behind, his length completely filling the valve to capacity. The doorwinged mech cried out as the larger mech began moving, barely giving him time to adjust to the hard member as its rippled surface rubbed along his innermost walls. The side of the black and white’s face was pressed firmly to the smooth surface of the metal table and his lightweight armour squeaked as it shifted forward with each thrust of from his master. Blue servos gripped his narrow black hip plates to steady the Datsun’s frame as it was plundered.

Starscream leaned further onto his pet’s back plates and trailed his glossa along a white audio, warming the rounded metal before blowing cool air over the sensitive feature. A low groan sounded from the mech below him and he rewarded the black and white by sucking on the pointy edge of a chevron. As the bot arched against him, the seeker took the opportunity to release one hip plate, trailing digits down a glossy thigh to the apex where a second port lay. This one housed the former tactician’s own spike, which he stuck a single digit inside to rub against the unexposed head.

The reaction from the smaller bot was instantaneous—he stiffened before splaying his legs wider as warm viscous liquid simply poured over the air commander’s rigid shaft. The creamy lubricant slid deliciously over him and Starscream moaned long and loud as he hiked the limp bot’s hips higher to find completion. The other mech had offlined from his overload, but it meant little to the dark-faced seeker. All that he desired was to filll this little Autobot with as much of his transfluid as he could.

He caught sight of the other’s lax faceplates and the dribble of his own come that still adorned those perfect lips. That was the final nudge he needed to fall off oblivion as the proud Con shot a second load deep into the reproductive chamber of the other mech crying out as his sack emptied itself fully.

Finally, after giving a few more shaking thrusts, he withdrew from the now dripping hole. Purple and black mixed as it oozed lazily from Prowl’s groin forming a very Decepticon-colored puddle by normally immaculate pedes. Grinning to himself, Starscream carefully eased the other from his now very messy table and carried the smaller mech to his private showers. Ruby-red optics gleamed brightly in his post-overload haze as he focused on painstakingly cleaning up the monochromatic paint job of his pet. Small dents and scratches were buffed, some bits of white touched up where the seeker had left some of his own paint during their tryst.

Lastly, he felt around a small shelf that sat just outside of the spray of water jets until his questing finger tips found a small rubber plug fitted with a static seal. The plug was gently placed into the exposed front valve until its wider end sealed snuggly against the smaller mech’s slightly loosened lips. Starscream was never one to waste and he enjoyed the thought that this Autobot regularly walked around filled to the brim with his seed.

Lifting the still passed out bot’s slighter form once more, the seeker made his way to his berth, laying his companion down on his side before he stretched out alongside him. Sighing in pure bliss, the Decepticon snuggled into his warm Autobot and slipped into a pleasant recharge cycle.
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