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Benefits of Peace-a TF Cyberverse orgy	By : supernova222 Category: -Misc Cartoons > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Benefits of Peace
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Optimus Prime walked the halls of Iaconus curiously, noting the lack of seeing his closest warriors and friends, as well as many of the higher ranking decepticons. Since megatrons death and the defeat of his dimensional counterpart, the dead titan had served a neutral embassy between the factions. It had only been an earth week since these events and the remaining decepticons had more or less accepted the truce. Still, he felt unease at the stillness of the environment; something seemed amiss.
There was the occasional sight of a soldier of either faction, he had separately been greeted in passing by both Thunderhowl and Kup, though both did seem slightly evasive towards him. He also recalled seeing Sky Byte and Jetfire in the midst of an argument of some sort. He then saw the form of soundwave emerge from what he knew to be a little used corridor. He approached the decepticon commander, who appeared uncharacteristically surprised by the primes approach.
"Soundwave, a pleasure"
"Of course, Optimus" he said tensely
"I am…surprised by the lack of active bots around, would you know where everyone is?"
Soundwave looked tenser, almost defensive, before he finally spoke in his synthesized voice.
"Some of the autobots and decepticons have congregated in a…private exhibition in support of the new peace. I suggest you leave them to it"
Optimus seemed surprised that such a function would occur without his presence, or even his knowledge. Why would his autobots not inform him of such a thing? The prime nodded but there was the unmistakable look of doubt, of cautious curiosity, on his face. He was a much easier bot to read without his face plate engaged. His optics shifted ever so slightly to look past soundwave, down the darkened corridor from which he came. It was indeed mostly unlit but he could see some light emanating from a far off chamber entrance much further down. Soundwave stepped closer and stared more sternly.
"I suggest you respect their privacy prime" he said in an even but more threatening tone.
"Understood" Optimus said slowly and equally sternly.
Soundwave did not move and prime realized he was waiting for HIM to leave.
"Good day soundwave" he nodded
Optimus walked away slowly but imposingly, making it look as if he had somewhere else to be. He could almost feel the decepticon spy-master watching him as he went. Adjusting his audio receptors to their highest setting, he could vaguely hear the steps of soundwave finally leaving and walking the other direction. After a few more seconds he turned to look back, ensuring soundwave was out of sight before turning back and walking twice as fast back towards the corridor.
He stopped at the opening, a tinge of fear and uncertainty in his mind. He took on a more confident expression as he slowly made his way down.
"This truce cannot be founded on secrets" he said in his mind
From behind a pillar soundwave peered out to see the prime enter the hallway.
"Scrap!" he cursed
Optimus didn't know the standard makeup of a city mode titan but this hallway seemed somewhat out of place. It was long and dark with nary a feature. Had Croaton been hacked to manually reconfigure his inner structure? After some minutes the distant light grew closer as he saw the opening of a chamber. Mere meters away now, his audio receptors could pick up strange echoed sounds; grunts, clanging, moaning and unknown commotion. Alarmed but wary, optimus closed the gap and approached the doorway cautiously and slowly. He stayed to the side of the entrance to avoid being openly seen and peered in, and was met with a dumbfounding sight. Many of the autobots and decepticons, mixed and intermingled in a carnal, sexual frenzy.
He saw a medium-sized, golden-colored, brightly lit oval room, mostly dominated by open floor, currently decorated with writhing bots, and a long sofa like sitting space that extended out from the rear wall. He was stunned, barely able to comprehend or understand what he was seeing; his autobots, his friends, passionately intermingled with the decepticon elite. His right hand rested on the wall beside the door, shaking, his fingers denting the metal as he clenched.
"A private exhibition in support of the new peace" soundwaves words echoed in his mind.
Staying in the shadows of the doorway, he studied the astounding scene before him. Further surprising was that in the open air above the others hovered both Laserbeak and Teletraan-X. Constantly moving about, not only did they seem to be intently watching, but also recording every inch of the spectacle.
"Delightful, very delightful; most intriguing" The autobot drone beamed
Closest to the door was Hot Rod, lying on his back on the floor as the bulky Clobber rode him, both grunting with pleasure. She pulled his hands from greedily clutching her breast plate and locked her clamps with them as they both reached yet another orgasmic overload. The two had been lovers since the very start of their partnership during the Quintesson invasion, but with Clobbers change of allegiance, they were able to be more open with their relationship. It had always been shocking to most that a sleek, attractive and popular autobot like Hot Rod would pic the low-level, bulky, slow-witted former decepticon as a sparkmate, let alone a sexual partner.
"Oh primus yes, they should have named you Long Rod, hehe" she moaned
"I love when you say that babe" he smiled back
She fell down onto his chest and pressed her lips to his as they fragged on. Close to them was a larger mesh of metal. In a similar position, Rack N Ruin sprawled on the floor, with a moaning arcee atop them, yet behind and pressed close to her back was also Grimlock. Arcee violently rocked between their larger bodies as their rods pressed together, double penetrating her tight port. She grunted, satisfied that she was able to take two of the largest autobot rods at once.
"Yes…gra, grand, fantastic, majestic!" Grimlock pridefully proclaimed as he thrusted
Arcee turned her head, pulling Grimlocks to meet her lips in a frenzied, passionate kiss over her shoulder while the conjoined bots below her fist bumped in celebration. She bit the dinbots lip as her body shook in overload as both rods trembled and filled her with innermost energon. After regaining her strength, she pushed off and flipped her body around, keeping the same position but now her back would be reclined towards Rack N Ruin and her front to Grimlock. The conjoined green autobots grabbed her hips and forced their rod back into her port. Grimlock pressed his lips and body to hers as he forced his rod in her port as well.
"Much better" she smiled, preferring to be facing her dear friend as she was relentlessly fragged
"Ah, reminds me of that outrageous, orgasmic party at Maccadams after the Cube championship" grimlock laughed
Behind the two groups, in the middle the room, was Bumblebee; sweet, dependable and loyal bumblebee. From behind, he stood squatting as he thrust into Shadow Striker of all bots, who was propped on her mismatched hands and knees. Despite their rivalry, their long history of conflict, they fragged in a hate-fueled exhibition of ecstasy. He had been forced to partly stand to deliver the stronger, faster thrusts the patchwork decepticon femme demanded; his body now almost hunched over her as he rammed on. Both grunted as the metal of their bodies clanged together, ringing out, with her turned to look back, teeth gritted and eyes glaring as she demanded more from the yellow scout.
"I wish Cheetor could have been here to enjoy this" bumblebee thought as he grunted out another load of fluid
Shadow Striker produced her machete and for a brief second Bumblebees spark sunk. However, she instead reached it underneath, using the tip of the blade to rub and stimulate her port even more, careless to its danger and threatening proximity to his rod.
"Oh, oh yeeeeeeah" she growled in pleasure
"This is one seriously fragged up femme" Bee thought
Bee remembered how much the two still hated each other; how she probably wished the bot to whom her spark truly belonged, her old security force partner Prowl, was alive to lie with her now. It was then that Bumblebee remembered that Shadow Striker herself was the one responsible for his friends death. With a slight bit of fury, he seized the midsection of the frankenstien-like con and thrust as hard as he could into her, all the way to the base of his rod. She cried out, almost overwhelmed as he did so over and over with a fierce new drive.
"This is for Prowl!" he cursed in his head
This suddenly made him recall having watched some sexual human videos on earth. It was a hidden recording series where a human police officer would frag female criminals he arrested. He wondered if fragging between the police car Prowl and a bad girl bot like Shadow Striker would be with the same intensity.
To the far right of the room, against the wall, stood Perceptor and Whirl, both breathing heavy as their rods were pleasured by Dead End, kneeling before them. The decepticon alternated between greedily sucking ones rod while jacking the other. They were each very varied experiences; while Perceptors rod was thin but quite long, Whirl's was surprisingly thick, so much so that Dead End struggled to fit a majority of it in his mouth. Suddenly Laserbeak fluttered over to perch on a light fixture above the trio, watching and documenting with interest.
"Don't you stare at me you stupid bird" Dead End thought as he glared up
Finally both cried out as they covered his accepting face in their fluids. Dead end fell exhausted onto his hands and knees as Whirl walked around and crouched down, thrusting his rod into the decepticons port. Perceptor slid down the wall to sit as Dead end again swallowed his rod, burying his face in the autobots lap as he sucked furiously. He moaned onto the rod as the blue autobot chopper slammed into him from behind, while his single hand reached under to delicately grasp and stroke the decepticons own rod.
"Whirl, slow your thrust pace by 13% to synchronize with Dead Ends sucking so as to achieve simultaneous overload" perceptor said weakly
"Slagging mega-brain, I like it fast" Dead End thought as he sucked the autobots rod even more furiously.
"Ah, ah, oooooh, oh! correction, increase thrust pace by 30% please" Perceptor added as he squirmed.
On the sitting area at the back of the room, more couplings continued. Chromia lay on her back, lengthwise on one section, locked in a passionate 69 with Windblade, who lay atop her. Both their bodies writhed against the others as they licked and pleasured each other's ports as only the dearest of friends can. Windblades wings stuck straight into the air, twitching as she overloaded, and she could be seen thrusting the hilt of her sacred weapon, the Stormfall sword, into Chromia's port as she lapped at it. Teletraan-X drifted down to closely view this, zooming in uncomfortably close.
"Ooooh, that's a new one" he announced excitedly
Chromia's mind and spark fluttered, having long missed such intimacy with her dear friend; the feel and curves of her body, the taste of her fluids; she deeply missed Caminus, where such physical acts of affection could be conducted anywhere, anytime, anyway and with anyone. But in Windblades mind, as much as she cared for Chromia, she wished so much that the beautiful Slipstream had been here to share her passion with. Windblade did indeed have feelings for the departed decepticon seeker, and often pleasured her port fantasizing about them being intimate. She would dream that when she was captured by the seekers in the silo on earth, Slipstream had cruelly molested every inch of her unconscious body when she was attached to the cortical psychic patch.
Besides them on the sitting section was the massive form of the decepticon Alpha Strike. Her body was spread wide and twitched as Wildwheel kneeled on the floor before her, fingering and licking at her thick port. One of her large hands held the wall behind her tightly, denting it in her pleasure while the other wrapped around her comrades head. She pulled free his signature hat and placed it on her own head. Wildwheel looked up with a vengeful stare at the theft, until her massive hand seized his head and forced it back into her crotch. He drew one of his pistols and jammed it in her pot while he licked the upper section, to which she offered little objection.
She closed her optics, retreating into her favored fantasy. She imagined the form between her legs pleasuring her was one of the attractive, impressive forms of the alternate Megatron's perfect decepticons. She imagined a whole force of them closing in around her, ready to assault her in every sexual way possible; they were such delectable specimens after all. She roared out loudly, and damaged the wall further, as she reached another overload, though Wildwheel did not slow in his work, evan as her fluids gushed onto him.
She turned to her side, exhausted, and reached over to touch Windblades wet port that faced her. Chromia broke from lapping it to allow the contact then began to suck on the decepticons large finger, which itself was as big, if not bigger, than a rod.
"That's a good autobot slut" Alpha Strike laughed
Chromia would never tell Windblade but out of mutual grief of her previous comatose state, Chromia and Bumblebee had spent much time "comforting" each other, very intimately. She was ashamed to admit that if she crunched the numbers, she technically spent more time under Bee or with his rod in her mouth than she did searching for her friend's mental shards. Intend on doing right by her friend, she doubld down on her lapping and pleasuring of the flyers port above her. Yet, still appreciating Alpha Strikes advances, she reached over to lock hands with hers affectionately.
On the other side of the massive Decepticon femme was an exhausted looking Ratchet, sitting slumped in his seat, clutching the waist of Skywarp as she straddled his waist. Facing away from him, she groaned out loudly, clutching her chest vents tightly, as she was driven up and down, riding the much older bot's impressive rod. Ratchet had much more vigor than most bots at his age. Finally they both cried out in overload when the seeker commanders body suddenly flickered and vanished in a blur of purple energy. Her overwhelming orgasm had triggered her teleportation powers. In the instant she disappeared, Ratchet's moistened, twitching rod was exposed and his fluids erupted out into the air and splattered across the floor.
As he lay, savoring the sensation, another flicker of energy produced skywarp again, back in the same spot; she was even already inserted on his rod again. She now sat facing him, bending down onto his chest with a playful grin, her wings twitching with excitment.
"Sorry about that, you ready to go again old timer?" she smirked
In response he firmly seized the back of her head and forced it down to meet her in a firm kiss. She fought it, for a moment, before relaxing and leaning more into him; she moaned into him, even digging her fingers into his chest like a predator. In response she also began to gyrate her hips on his rod again, continuing their previous sexual rhythm. He reached back and hardly spanked her rear panels a few times, earning some exhilarated gasps from her, before he seized her waist and began to drive her up and down even harder.
"Primus yes! frag me, frag me you filthy autobot!" she hissed
"I'm gonna need to do a full repair job on your port when I'm done with it you dirty decepti-whore"
On the far left side of the room near Rack N ruin's heads laid another pair. The small green femme Cosmos lay on the floor under her partner and lover Meteorfire. He rammed into hard and fast in their missionary position, unleashing all the built up passion the two had from their many cycles apart. She wrapped her small legs around his back and he steam-hammered into her. He silenced her squeals as he kissed her deeply. He then pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders, angling her body so he could drill her even harder.
"We should make this a bonus extra in our newest episode" Meteorfire grinned
"Yes, yes, whatever you want, just don't stop!" Cosmos responded weakly
Even in her overwhelming passion, one of her hands reached over to firmly stroke the black and green rod of another bot laying parallel to them. Lockdown laid there, his face buried in the crotch of a femme that sat atop his head. His hand and hook clung firmly to her thighs as he devoured her port. The port in question belonged to the Monsterbot femme Operatus, who between moans attempted to sing in her melodious voice and clumsily finger her instrument. Her attempts at adding some soothing background music to the sexual frenzy were not totally unappreciated.
Optimus struggled to understand all that he was seeing. The unrestrained display of debauchery and passion seemed foreign to the commander, something he seemed no longer capable of comprehending. He felt the light touch of a hand on his shoulder from behind. He turned quickly and saw soundwave, who gestured silence from him. Optimus sensed what soundwave did not need to say. This was not for him, these goings on were not his business and not for him to intercede on.
Optimus turned to glance back one last time. He saw an exhausted bumblebee fall backwards into a sitting position on the floor. Before the poor scout could regain the slightest bit of strength, his vicious decepticon partner dropped hardly into his lap. One hand reached back to align and guide his rod into her port while the other held the machete to his throat menacingly.
"Now you better frag me right this time Bumblebee, or else" she growled
He began to thrust his hips up into hers a she grunted with pleasure, leaning her head down so her helm rested on his. Their lips were barely centimeters apart and both their faces drifted into that of blank ecstasy. Clobber and Hot Rod had also changed position, as her massive frame now hovered over his as she pinned his body and held up his legs, fragging in a dominating Amazon position.
If this what the peace meant for the autobots and decepticons, then Optimus Prime would need to accept that. With I silent nod, prime passed the decepticon, heading back up the dark hallway. Soundwave lingered watching the sexual frenzy for another few seconds before leaving as well, the echoes of the unending ecstasy still following them some way down as they left.
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