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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As the two mechs collapsed in overload, Hunter smirked. Slowly standing up, she stretched her joints and slowly strolled over to their limp forms. Grabbing Wheeljack’s hips, she casually slid him off the top of Grapple and positioned him so that he was face down with his legs draped over the side of the berth in front of her. Her optics roved hungrily over his chassis, and she had to admit to herself that the Autobots tended to be built to be easier on the optics than the average Decepticon in this pathetic dimension.

She ran her hands along his gleaming armor. The smell of fresh wax waifed into her sensitive olfactory sensors, he truly was a piece of artwork now that he’d cleaned himself up. Her optics enjoyed dancing over his beautiful chassis as her hands went lower, tracing his seams down to his missing armor. His naked bonding arrays were open to her touch. The mech not having even closed his opened primary port after his overload. Licking her glossa over her lips in anticipation, she traced the rim of it, as well as that of his secondary port. They were still slick with lubricant from his bonding with his new mate.

Sliding her fingers in, she enjoyed the sensation of exploring him from the inside. It was rare that she got this opportunity. Well, at least without the mech trembling in terror while she did it. Leaning forward, she swiped her glossa along his back armor, savoring the taste of fresh wax as she debated if she liked her mech’s motionless and open to her – or trembling in absolute terror as she forced their port covers to open for her. It was strange that she was even thinking along these lines, she thought to herself. Autobots were merely there to dominate – were they not? But they’d been so erotic in their bonding to each other; it made something within her actually want to reward them.

Yes, perhaps she would reward the two for their impressive performance? Hunter considered this option even as she pried his secondary port open. With her second and fifth digits, she filled both his ports, sliding her fingers in-and-out. She was in a strangely gratuitous mood today. So, yes, she’d reward the two.

Wheeljack gave an involuntary shudder as he rebooted. His processors quick to discern that he was not in the position that he’d overloaded in. His meta slowly came online, instantaneously logging in the fact that his secondary port was now open, and someone was stimulating them both simultaneously. He moaned as his vocalizor activated, the sensation of digits sliding in deeply driving his sensory bundles wild. Arching his rump up, he encouraged the deeper penetration, even as he felt fear settle over him. For as he activated his optics, he realized he was lying face down across Grapple. So that meant only one thing; it was Hunter behind him.

‘-Looks like she picked you for her first victim - the fraggin’ bitch!-’ Grapple said over their secret COM link as his optics activated and he saw what was going on.

Wheeljack trembled a little more as the femme added more fingers, stretching his little used secondary port. ‘-At least it feels good right now-,’ he silently replied. His optics locked with his bond mate’s, their thoughts running along similar lines.

“Mmmmm, it seems my beautiful pets have woken up,” Hunter purred as she changed her tactics and used one hand for one port and the other for the second. He was almost too tight to get three fingers in each, but she added more lubricant and slowly got them in. The mech mewed in pleasurable response as he spread his legs further, seeming to want her to push her fingers in as deeply as she could. “And you seem to enjoy the double penetration my little slave whore,” she growled in a strangely sensuous tone.

“Yes.. Yes ma-am,” Wheeljack gasped as he arched into her. ‘-Damn Grapple, you’ve got to do this to me next time! It’s incredible!-’ he silently told the mech lying beneath him.

‘-Can’t believe she’s being ‘nice’ – wonder what kind’ve hell she’s fixing to put us through?-’ Grapple replied as he watched the femme. Her optics seemed somehow ‘soft’, and she truly did seem to be finding some pleasure – in actually giving pleasure, not pain. What was up with her?

“Feeling left out my pet?” Hunter purred as she noticed the mech watching her actions. Cocking her head, she pulled out her fingers, trying to decide what she wanted to do next.

“I… I made something for you ma-am,” Wheeljack stammered. He shivered at the sensation of her pulling out, his ports still craving more. It was strange for his chassis to actually want her invasive touch, but he couldn’t deny his sensory bundles want. Perhaps if his little gadget worked – he’d get more, without any pain this time?

‘-What the heck are you doing Wheeljack?! You know better than to say anything unless she’s asking you! She’ll kick your aft!-’ Grapple radioed in a panicked tone. But on the outside, he forced an eager smile on his face as he met Hunter’s optics and nodded. He hoped she’d ignore Wheeljack’s outburst.

Hunter narrowed her optics at the inventor’s unsolicited words. Grabbing him roughly, she pushed him away from the berth. He hit the floor hard and slid across it for an astrosecond. “I did not authorize you to speak!” she growled as she stormed after him. Grabbing the cowering mech’s neck, she slammed him against the wall. She pressed her frame tightly against him as she glowered at him. His fearful shudders caused ripples of desire to course through her systems. Oh, how she loved control.. Power…

“But… But I made it just for you. Um, to thank you.. For, um, rescuing us,” Wheeljack gasped as he looked into those terrible swirling optics. ‘-Mirage wants to know if we can manipulate her, and that’s what I’m trying,-’ he silently explained to Grapple even as he cowered from Hunter.

Grapple didn’t dare move as he watched. But he was far from not involved. ‘-I just hope she doesn’t damage you too severely over this little experiment of Mirage’s. Just what in the slag are you planning?-’ he asked in Wheeljack’s meta.

Keeping his optics locked on Hunter, Wheeljack again stammered apologies. Swearing to never do anything without her specific order to do so.. ‘-Just follow my lead Grapple, you’ll figure it out real quick!-’ he silently told his friend.

After he’d pleaded and apologized several more times, Hunter slapped him one last time and released him. He slammed onto the floor with a clang of metal plating. She considered kicking him a few times, but she was more in the mood for pleasure today – than for beating a mech into deactivation over a simple mistake. Even if the mech should be smart enough to avoid those slips of the glossa. But just what had he built that made him so excited that he dared her wrath? This intrigued her. As he staggered to his feet, she studied him intensely. “So just what is this ‘gift’ you created for me?” she asked, her voice swiftly going back to her almost seductive purr.

‘-Slaggers! She changes mood faster than Soundwave kisses Megatron’s tail pipes!-’ Grapple snickered inside Wheeljack’s meta.

‘-Tell me about it,-’ Wheeljack replied in a sarcastic tone as he staggered to his feet. He forced a ‘submissive yet hopeful’ expression on his face as he pulled a small device out of a storage compartment in his arm. Holding it out to her, he pasted a meek smile on his face.

She roughly grabbed it out of his hand. Turning it over in her hands, she studied it for a few astroseconds, but couldn’t figure out just what in the heck it was. “What is this?” she growled at Wheeljack.

“Well, um, after studying Guardian sensory nets, I, um, created this ‘stimulator’ for you,” he stammered.

‘-You’re kidding right?!? You built her the equivalent of one of our activators?!-’ Grapple exclaimed in his meta. In disbelief, the architect’s optics were glued to the device in her hands.

Wheeljack didn’t dare glance at Grapple. Instead, he acted like he was nervous that she wouldn’t like his ‘gift’. ‘-I’m hopeful that it’ll drive her so freagin’ wild that she’ll focus on wanting to bond instead of just killing our nets with her release! Ok!?-’ he replied to Grapple.

Since Grapple was behind her and thus, couldn’t be seen unless she turned her head, he couldn’t resist rolling his optics at Wheeljack’s idea. ‘-You are glitched Wheeljack. Totally and completely glitched!-’ he radioed back.

‘-Hey, if it works….-’ Wheeljack began but was cut off as Hunter asked another question.

“What is this ‘stimulator’?” she queried. The tone of her voice was somewhere in between an actual question and an accusation.

“Well, um,” Wheeljack rubbed his hands nervously. “You hook it to one of your interior missile pylons. And, um, when it’s activated it’ll drive your sensory nets totally wild,” he explained.

She cocked her head, studying him with wary optics. “How am I to know that this will not incapacitate me?” she demanded more than asked. She turned the small device over in her hands, turning a small dial. Immediately, her sensitive sensory bundles within her fingertips detected a tingling sensation.

“You have my word, ma-am,” Wheeljack said in a sure voice. He could tell the femme was feeling it in her fingertips, now if she’d just trust him enough to put it within one of her internal bays…

Glancing from the inventor to the device and back again, Hunter made up her meta. Turning around, she strode to the berth. “Get off!” she barked as she swiped at Grapple. She barely missed him, as he had anticipated her actions and flew off the other side of the berth. Plopping herself down on it, she reclined into a comfortable position, her fingers still sending waves of pleasure data caused by the device they held. “Install this!” she barked to Wheeljack as she tossed it to him.

Barely catching it, Wheeljack turned it off and walked up to her. He scanned her air frame, trying to decide which pylon would have the most direct link to her battle processor. ‘-I’d say a side bay,-’ Grapple’s voice said in his head. Wheeljack glanced over the femme at the silent mech standing on the other side. A barely perceptible nod passed between them. “Um, would you open a side bay? Ma-am,” he asked in a hesitant tone. As if he was still terrified of her.

“This had better not be a trick, or you will pay dearly!” she growled, even as one of her side bay doors slid open.

“N.. No ma-am, I modified this from one of our activators,” Wheeljack replied as he set the device on top of her abdominal armor. Reaching inside her bay, he ran his hands along one of her missiles. This elicited a moan of pleasure from the femme. ‘-Geeze, only a con-type would find their weapons so freagin’ sensitive,-’ he chuckled to Grapple.

“Um, may I speak ma-am?” Grapple asked. After she nodded, he leveled a fake glare of disgust at Wheeljack. “Why the heck did you take our only activator apart?” he demanded of the inventor.

“Ah, I know you’ll miss it. I’ll make you another, I promise!” Wheeljack said. His hands found the pylon that the missile was attached to. Rubbing his fingers lightly along it, he grinned at Grapple as the femme arched up. ‘-Told you so, this Seeker’s going to go NUTS!-’ he snickered in silence.

“Mmmm, that feels so good!” Hunter purred. Her optics swirling a little more red as her desire increased with the stimulation of her pylon. She couldn’t wait to feel this stimulation that the gift would cause. If Grapple was willing to risk her ire by complaining in front of her about the ‘loss’ of his Autobot toy, then it must be good.

“You need to release of these so that I can hook the stimulator to the pylon, ma-am,” Wheeljack said in a meek voice.

A clicking could be heard as Hunter first disarmed and then released the missile he had his hands around. Carefully, he extracted it and handed it over her to Grapple. “Be careful, it’s a nuke,” he told his mate.

‘-Go figure, bitch’ll blow everything up if she’s mad,-’ Grapple muttered in his meta as he carefully set the missile down on the floor next to the far wall. Autobots never carried weapons of mass destruction on them – never! But yet this fraggin’ Seeker was armed to the thrusters with some of the worst types of warheads. The peaceful architect could envision the massive destruction that just one of these could cause to the structures in a cityscape, not to mention the inhabitants. It was atrocious! Not even the Decepticons carried these around. What was the point in winning a battle for a planet or even a city – if all the ‘booty’ was destroyed in the process?

‘-Just thank Primus that she doesn’t choose sides,-’ Wheeljack chuckled. As long as the arrogant Guardian thought she was too good to take orders from any Cybertronian, then the Galaxy should be safe from those missiles she carried. Swiping the stimulator off her armor, he inserted his hands back into her weapon bay and connected it to the now-available pylon. “Ma-am, are you ready?” he asked her.

She turned her optics to him, narrowing them. “This better feel good, or I’ll give you another alt mode,” she threatened as she nodded for him to proceed.

‘-She’s a trusting one, isn’t she?-’ Grapple radioed with sarcasm dripping off every single word. His optics locked with Wheeljack’s, praying that the inventor’s little gadget did what it was supposed to do.

Wheeljack merely grunted as he turned the dial just slightly. The femme’s reaction to even the lowest setting was immediate. She arched up with a moan, her optics swirling to a deep blood red. Sitting up, she grabbed his helm and pressed her lips tightly against them. Locking him in the first truly passionate kiss he’d ever received from her. ‘-You gonna admit that I was right?-’ he snickered in his mate’s meta as the femme’s glossa danced with his.

Grapple glared at him a bit. ‘-We’ll see, it isn’t over yet,-’ he silently replied. He felt fingers close around one of his hands then, the femme guiding them to her codpiece. ‘-Guess she wants me to unlatch it,-’ he joked sarcastically to Wheeljack.

‘-Hey Grapple, why don’t we see if WE can take control of this situation? Worst she’ll do is beat the fire out of us later,-’ Wheeljack said over their COM link. He trembled as her free hand went between his legs, probing upward into his tight secondary port. She suckled his glossa lightly, as if actually savoring the flavor.

Nodding his agreement to the silent suggestion, Grapple didn’t wait for her to order him to proceed. Brazenly, he unlatched her codpiece and set it off to the side. Pulling her leg towards him, he spread them wider as he ran his fingertips lightly against her exposed nets.

She trembled wildly, her fingers sinking deeply into Wheeljack as she moved her other hand to the back of his helm. Leaning back down, she forced him to bend down over her, not allowing him to escape either her lips or her fingers. Bending her legs slightly, she spread them further as she opened both of her ports. Her actions made it obvious that she wanted Grapple to focus his attention there.

Boldly, he climbed up on the berth and settled himself between her legs. ‘-Perhaps I owe you an apology,-’ he murmured to Wheeljack over their frequency. Coating his fingers with lubricant, he slowly pressed one finger from each hand into her. She hadn’t gotten mad yet over their self-initiative, so perhaps Wheeljack was right about her weapon system networks? Slowly, he moved them in-and-out, enjoying the fact that the femme began to move her hips in synch with him.

‘-Well, let’s make sure that we blow her meta. Perhaps it’ll make her lust for more,-’ Wheeljack gasped in Grapple’s meta. Putting one of his legs up on the berth, he opened himself even more to her fingers. Shaking as she put a finger inside each port, moving them in time with Grapple’s fingers within her.

Her systems were going absolutely nuts! She’d never felt pleasure this intense. The little device that Wheeljack had created for her was sending waves of stimulation throughout her weapon’s system networks. A network that had never undergone pleasure stimulation! Bucking her hips against Grapple’s fingers, she shuddered as he inserted two fingers in each during his next thrust. Her secondary port stretching as it greedily begged for more. Her logic circuits went dead as she became a creature of pure response. Her meta only thinking, wanting.. One thing – more stimulation…

She released Wheeljack’s lips, pulling his hips closer to her face. Swiping her glossa over his closed bonding circuit compartment, begging him to open it, to extend his cables… He did so, gasping as she sucked them into her mouth, flicking her glossa over them. She left her fingers within him as she did so, torturing him through a multitude of sweet sensory input loads.

‘-Primus! We need to do this more often!-’ Wheeljack gasped to Grapple as he threw his head back and screamed in pleasure over what she was doing to him.

Grapple grinned mischievously as he sank three fingers into each of her ports, the femme moaning even with Wheeljack’s cable down her throat. He was feeling braver now. As if a small part in him that had been beaten down so long had reawakened. For once in a long while, they had some kind of control over their Master. It was a heady feeling. A feeling that gave him true hope that there was the potential of making the femme treat them better. Actually show them respect! ‘-Let’s find out how much control we really have. You up for a double?-’ he silently asked Wheeljack.

Leaning heavily on his hands, Wheeljack barely kept himself standing as his frame was raked by gyrating waves of intense pleasure stimuli. He nodded helplessly as he moaned. ‘-You take the lead,-’ he gasped in Grapple’s meta.

Grapple smiled, removing one of his hands, he extended his own bonding cable and stroked it, lubricating it with the femme’s own fluids. He wanted to try that secondary port. The tightness of it around his fingers told him that it was little used. It would feel so good sliding around his cable. He only half-pressurized his bonding cable as he scooted forward. Removing his other hand, he crawled forward and positioned himself over her, teasing her secondary with the soft tip of his cable. She trembled as he teased her, Wheeljack bucking as she intensified her attentions on him.

Slowly, Grapple slid inside her secondary. The sheer tightness made him wonder if he could even fully pressurize. Pulling out, he added a little more lubricant and thrust his half-pressurized cable back within her. She bucked her hips against him, rising up to meet his next stroke. He added a little more hydraulic pressure within his cable, stretching her tight port even more. The femme’s air frame shook violently, and she thrust hard against him, wrapping her legs tightly against his hips, forcing him deeper.

‘-I think she’s ready, pull back and let me move her,-’ he radioed to his moaning mate. As Wheeljack stepped backwards away from the femme’s attentions, Grapple put full pressure in his cable and drove it violently into the femme. Her mouth now empty, she had started to say something to Wheeljack about pulling away without permission, but her thoughts were cut off in a scream of pleasure. Seeming to forget about Wheeljack completely, she wrapped her arms around Grapple and pressed her lips to his.

Sliding his hands under her, Grapple brought his knees up under him and lifted her up as he rose. She now straddled his lap, his cable thrusting in and out of her front secondary port, her rear primary port fully exposed to Wheeljack’s attentions. The femme seemed to have become a thing of no thoughts, of just reactions…

Wheeljack slid behind her, his legs bent underneath him, sinking three fingers into her primary port as Grapple slowed down his thrusts. The femme released Grapple’s lips, screaming in nonsensical words. Her fingers raking like claws as her entire chassis shook. Grinning, Wheeljack positioned himself behind her, fully pressurizing his cable as he rubbed lubricant along its length. ‘-Stop for a second and let me get in,-’ he silently ordered Grapple.

The mech nodded as he started to nibble on one of the femme’s intakes. Her bleeder vents opened, drawing in air in a great rush, indicating to the mechs just how close she was to overloading. Wheeljack grabbed the trailing edges of her wings, holding her steady as he slowly pushed his way inside her primary port. The femme thrashed in their arms, screaming in abandon at the intensity of the double penetration. Wheeljack held her wings in a vise-like grip, not allowing her to escape, just as Grapple wrapped his arms tightly around her, trapping her own arms to her sides. He roughly took her lips, silencing her screams.

She was helpless now, opened to both of them. They began to thrust violently into her. Their strokes even more powerful than they normally would have dared. Their own history of pain seemed to be somehow vindicated with each violent thrust into the trembling femme. No longer caring as to what painful discipline they were possibly earning with their actions, the two mechs fed off each other’s defiance.. Each other’s passion.. The control they finally had over their Master…

Wheeljack sank his teeth viciously into her wing’s rear edge as he slammed hard into her primary port, his strokes timed perfectly with Grapple’s. Grapple began to lift the femme up with his arms, and just a the tips of their cables started to come out of her ports, Wheeljack would force her violently back down by putting all his weight on her sensitive wings. Again-and-again they did this. Their passion overriding their concern for the damage they could possibly be doing to her. Energon began to mix with the lubricant in her secondary port, so unused to this kind of punishment.

Grapple released her lips to sink his teeth into an intake. But she surprised them by screaming for them to give her more.. To go deeper.. She spread her legs further apart. Giving them even more access.. Becoming like a demon between them. Gasping and writhing in absolute abandon even as the lubricant mixed with even more energon. Grapple took her lips in a violent kiss then; biting on her lips and making them bleed even as he bruised them. Wheeljack tore into the surface of her sensitive wings as he forced her down hard again-and-again. His optics now fogged with sheer lust.

‘-Connect,-’ Grapple screamed inside Wheeljack’s meta as he thrust deeply inside the vibrating Seeker and linked with her interior port. He felt Wheeljack do the same.

Their sparks flooding into her, combining with each other and becoming a massive tidal wave of blue energy that her multicolored spark was helpless to stop… She writhed as her fire walls fell to the strength of the mechs as they worked as a team. Her spark pulsated wildly as they surrounded it with the soft blueness that was them. But her spark seemed somehow different from the last time they had each merged with her. It didn’t have the searing fire that it had once had. It seemed softer, darker… Whirling shades of strange greenish/blue mixed within it. Somehow seeming to have dulled the fire with softness…

The mechs’ passion-clouded optics cleared as one. Their optic ridges rose in amazement as they realized what the difference was. Her spark was softer, but now pulsed with more life forces than just one. It was the very growing sparks within her that the mechs now touched with their sparks. They were in effect – touching their sparklings for the very first time! As they realized this, they softened their invasion within her. Gently, they caressed her trembling spark just as they loosened their teeth on her chassis. Their touch now light and pleasurable, their optics grew soft as they leaned against her from both sides.

The three shook in moans, their systems becoming overwhelmed by the intense stimulation. Sensory nets began to overload and shutdown one-by-one. With a final shudder, they succumbed to the massive overload sequences. The two mechs automatically retracting their cables back within them as they each fell backwards away from her. Her support now gone, the limp femme slid sideways and fell to the floor. Her carbide frame making a slight thud as it impacted against the hard metal.

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Slowly, the alarms went off inside her head. Her systems came back on line, running automatic diagnostics even as her systems rebooted. She was sore. A type of soreness that she hadn’t experienced since the wild parties her squadron used to have back home. It felt – good. It had also been that long since she’d truly overloaded. True, she’d had energy release and spark release with the con’s slave whores. But she’d never allowed herself to be pushed over the edge. To fall into the total helplessness of an overload..

She still felt the stimulator connected to her. Calming pleasure sensations still rolled through her defense networks. Sliding open her side bay, she reached inside and disconnected it from her pylon. Pulling it out, she activated her optics and studied the device. She had never felt such a fulfilling sensation as what it had generated, so even though the two mechs had acted without her orders, had almost raped her in their lust – oddly, she couldn’t bring herself to be truly angry over it. Opening her cockpit, she tossed the device within.

Staggering to her thrusters, she swayed a bit as she held onto the side of the berth for support. Her optics fell on the two mechs who had just activated their own optics, looking up at her in a mixture of fear and triumph. Narrowing her optics she glanced from one-to-the-other, she had to make it seem like it had all been her idea. That she had had complete control during it. “You two have done, satisfactory. Which is highly surprising,” she said with her normal arrogance coloring her tone. “Now go to quarters number 3. I do not think we need to waste space by giving you separate quarters,” she ordered.

The two mechs looked at each other with surprise on their faces, and then quickly scampered off her berth before she could change her meta. They paused just long enough to grab their discarded armor and Wheeljack’s facemask before they darted out the door.

‘-We did it, Grapple! We did it!-‘ Wheeljack screamed in silent laughter inside Grapple’s meta as they both dashed to number 3.

Grapple slapped his mate hard on his back armor, his face beaming in both happiness and triumph. ‘-We sure did!-‘ he silently replied, ‘-and the bitch never figured it out!-‘

‘-Nope, and she’s pregnant Grapple! Really and truly pregnant!-’ Wheeljack radioed in excitement as they both crammed themselves through the opening door. He skidded to a stop and wrapped his arms around his mate.

“We’ll both be fathers soon!” Grapple said - his voice loud as he knew he could finally speak out loud.

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Hunter climbed onto the berth. Putting her hands behind her helm, she watched the stars glow as she relaxed. Her normally scuffles chassis now covered in the oily residue of her passion. Her wings and intake bled slightly from where the mechs had damaged them in their lust. Just as her secondary port also bled a little energon… But this did not concern her in the least.

Moving a hand, she ran her fingertips across the energon coating her wing. Bringing them to her mouth, she sucked it off them slowly, as if savoring the flavor of her own spilt fluids. The two mechs had surprised her today. They had acted like the Decepticons of her home dimension. Their lust had filled them, taking away all inhibitions, just as hers had also been driven away.

With a lazy smirk, she bent her legs and reached down with both her hands. For some reason, she was feeling very hot. Opening her tortured ports, she slid her fingers in-and-out. The slight pain made it even better. She lay there for a while as she self interfaced, but it was just not enough.

Opening her cockpit, she pulled out the stimulator, turning it over in her hand as she considered it. Indeed Wheeljack was useful in his creativity, very useful. Opening her side bay which was still a missile short, she hooked it onto her empty pylon. Turning the dial just a touch more, she returned to pleasuring her ports with her slick fingers as the waves of ecstasy engulfed her nets once again. Her meta slipping back to memories of her youth.. Of her squadron in their orgies..

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