Strongarm's Rough Ride | By : Scourgelover Category: Transformers > G1 Views: 3381 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Note: Placed in G1 even though it's Transformers RID 2015-based due to lack of Transformers RID 2015 category. When such a category is created, it'll probably be re-classified. Bestiality tags used due to the nature of one of the partners.
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Strongarm was out on patrol, searching for any signs of Decepticon activity, when suddenly a strange feeling passed over her. She put on the brakes, transformed, and rubbed her forehead, which to her sensors had started to feel a little warm. And to complicate matters, a warm sensation was pulsating from her core, which happened to set off a chain reaction that caused some strange, pleasurable sensations in her interface port. And she had no idea what was happening to her. Her head swam as her ability to make rational decisions began to slip from her. Overwhelmed, she found a place to sit down to wait out this strange sensation.
If she thought she was merely ill, she'd have gone right back to base to consult Fixit on the matter. However, the sensations in her port were embarrassing to her, and she didn't want to mention those sensations to anyone. The pulses of pleasure were now insistently unignorable, so she opened her port, hoped nobody was watching, and slid a finger inside tentatively. Her port contracted and then released around the digit, causing her to moan a bit. It was dripping inside with a near-flood of lubricant.
Her sensors were so distracted that she had no idea she was being crept up on. Steeljaw had smelled the tantalizing odor of port lubricant from miles away, and homed in on it, making a beeline for the femme. While he wasn't certain this wasn't some sort of trap, he was nonetheless drawn in compulsively. It had been awhile since he'd been anywhere near a femme in cyber-estrus. He grinned when he saw the femme poking at her port with her fingers, exploring gingerly. Another shiver ran through her frame, as a finger brushed her exposed clitoral sensor.
The wolf-con crept closer, but stayed out of sight while he made sure nobody else was around. Then he came out of hiding, grinning wolfishly at Strongarm. She was too lost in the sensations to notice until he was right in front of her.
"It would appear you need something," Steeljaw said in a sly, seductive voice.
Strongarm was jerked out of her trance momentarily, and she scowled at the Decepticon, quickly closing her port. She tried to activate her weapons, but Steeljaw put a firm hand on her wrist. "Come now, you don't need that. It is not my intention to fight you."
"Then what do you want?" Strongarm asked, her voice indicating she was very suspicious of Steeljaw's motives.
"Why, I want to help you," Steeljaw replied, "You are in clear need of assistance. I think you'll find that I can give you some relief from your current condition."
"Relief?" Strongarm asked, still suspicious, "From what?"
The Decepticon chuckled. Why, this uptight femme clearly had no idea about the cyber-estrus cycle! "The sensations you're feeling. You want them to go away. Well, I can help you with that," he stated.
"Really? How?" Strongarm wanted to know.
"It's quite simple. Let me show you," Steeljaw said.
Strongarm's processor began swimming. Her distrust faded as the mating impetus grew. "Okay," she said, half-doubtfully.
"I need you to lean back and trust me," Steeljaw replied. Strongarm normally wouldn't trust Steeljaw as far as Russell could throw him, but in her cyber-estrus clouded judgment she did so, and the wolf-con's tongue sought her interface panel, lapping at it until it opened. Strongarm moaned at the sensations the slightly rough tongue was giving her, and when the panel slid away, the tongue lapped rapidly at her port and outer sensor, then plunged right into the port. The femme uttered a stuttering moan as Steeljaw licked eagerly. He loved the taste of a femme's port fluids, particularly if they were in cyber-estrus. She shivered as he continued, the pleasure slowly building.
Steeljaw kept his tongue roving, alternating teasing the clitoral sensor node and probing the depths of her port. His stimulations were so intense that Strongarm's chest plates retracted, revealing her breasts, with sensitive nipples standing at attention. He noticed this and began licking up her belly towards them, lapping at a nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking eagerly. One hand grasped the other breast, while his fingers dipped down to continue the play at her port. His teeth nipped playfully but gently, stimulating the nipple more, causing Strongarm to squirm in arousal. One finger teased insistently at her clitoral sensor, coaxing another pre-orgasmic shiver out of her.
All this time, Steeljaw's own interface panel had slid open and his smooth, tapered penis slipped from a metallic sheath. It was red and pointy, and already stiff, though not fully erect. His cyber-bacculum, a stiff solid core that ran almost the entire length, kept it permanently prepped for the possibility of mating. Gradually he moved so that he could enter her, the tip of the organ rubbing against her clitoral sensor momentarily before he penetrated.
Strongarm was still in bliss and didn't object when the pointy foreign object introduced itself to her port. So far what she'd been feeling was intensely enjoyable. Steeljaw inserted slowly, as the femme's port was tight and clearly hadn't been entered before. A slimy lubricant from his sheath fortunately coated his rod, making insertion easy. Once he was most of the way in, he began thrusting. Initially his motions were smooth, but he put in increasingly more effort as he tried to slide his rapidly expanding knot into the femme's port. Soon he was making forceful, jarring thrusts.
The motions from the Decepticon's penis caused greater sensations in Strongarm's port than even the tongue had. She began moaning steadily as she was being harshly pounded into. Then it felt like the penetrating organ was enlarging, and that something larger was trying to get into her port. Suddenly something larger did get into her port, and she uttered a scream as a flood of pleasure suddenly took her, as the pressure from the large object triggered an intense orgasm. Her port clamped down in reflex, grasping behind the object, preventing it from leaving.
Steeljaw uttered a very lupine howl as his own orgasm was triggered. He held still as his transfluid began spurting out of his rod and filling the femme's port. The ejaculation didn't stop, either; it continued to pour out of him. It was starting to leak a little from her port. It would keep filling her until he was able to pull out. But for now, the knot at the base of his penis kept him locked within her. He began panting from the exertion.
Strongarm dazedly felt the pleasure building some more as the knot continued to press on her internal sensors. Her port felt extremely full, with the continued gushes of wolfcon semen. She climaxed again, shivering violently in her release. She had no idea why she hadn't learned any of what she was experiencing now. Truth was, had she remained on Cybertron, she would have been given a cyber-estrus inhibitor by now, to prevent situations exactly like this from happening. She would have also been instructed all about the Cyber-estrus cycle, its symptoms and implications, and what it was for. This was her first cycle, and she'd been completely unprepared for it. Normally she would have tried to fight Steeljaw, and he would have tried to fight or elude her, but the pheromones she was giving off prevented that. In a way it was fortuitous that Decepticons were far more affected by the pheromones than Autobots. This meant that no Decepticon mech would try to harm a female in Cyber-estrus, regardless of faction, but instead the pheromones would trigger a programmed routine that would compel him to mate with her.
About 20 earth minutes later, Steeljaw's knot deflated enough for him to pull out. A gush of his own copious deposit followed after due to the suction created by removal. Strongarm moaned absently as he did so. "That felt so gooooood," she murmured. The unwanted sensations had dissipated, for now. Steeljaw said nothing, but bent double to begin licking the knot and shaft clean of fluids. Slowly his rod began retracting.
Steeljaw's ears pricked as he heard the approach of vehicles, quickly resheathing himself and closing his panel. Primus knew what the Autobots would do if they caught him with their femme, so he beat a hasty retreat, leaving Strongarm by herself.
The End?
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