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Collections--Het Version	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Het - M/F Views: 5829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: These drabbles were written for Zillah. All drabbles include her OC, YoPro. YoPro is an interesting character with an even more interesting body. YoPro is a femme, created through an Allspark fragment, comes out blind, processor all screwed up, and…with a male part (plug, cable, shaft--whatever you want to call it) as well as female parts. Some may argue then that YoPro is not a femme. Well, her creator considers her a femme, so I’m calling her a femme in my drabbles. Don’t like, then don’t read. For more on YoPro follow the link. Drabbles don’t follow any particular storyline. http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600047526

Pairings include:
Lockdown/YoPro-2
Optimus/YoPro-1
Prowl/YoPro-1
Ratchet/YoPro-1

Title: Abused Pet 1
Pairing: Lockdown/OC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: HET(?), non-con, oral, sticky

“On your knees, pet,” Lockdown murmured. “Yeah, that’s it. Now, crawl over here.”

YoPro whimpered as she blindly crawled along the floor, using the sonar system from her antennae to guide her, cautiously making her way to Lockdown, licking her lips as she sensed the hunter holding a cube of energon. Cycles had passed since her last feeding, and she was growing desperate for nourishment.

“You look hungry,” Lockdown chuckled.

YoPro gulped and stammered out, “Y-Yes…h-hungry…m-master.”

Lockdown grinned in amusement and patted the femme’s helm. “Good answer, pet. You’re finally starting to learn your place. I’ll give you a reward.”

The bounty hunter’s pelvic plating retracted, and his erect cable pushed out. Smirking, Lockdown poured the energon over his pulsing length.

“Drink up, pet,” Lockdown snickered, tone cruel and uncaring.

Cheeks flaming red, YoPro nervously leaned over Lockdown’s lap, flicking out her glossa, lapping away the energon. Lockdown shuddered from the sensation of her soft, slick glossa laving his plug. Her licks were far too delicate and teasing for his tastes.

Growling, Lockdown grabbed the top of YoPro’s helm and pushed his servo down hard. “Swallow it. Bite me and I’ll tear your limbs off.”

YoPro gagged and struggled to keep from purging her fueling tanks as Lockdown’s cable jammed down her throat.

“Ah…that’s good,” Lockdown moaned, shoving her helm further down. “C’mon, pet. Suck me off.”

Tears brimmed in YoPro’s defective optics, furiously working her lips and glossa, hoping the ordeal would soon be over with. After a few more savage thrusts, Lockdown overloaded, shouting out curses as pleasure ripped through him. YoPro swallowed down the fluid and coughed violently from the bitter taste.

“Primus…what a mouth you have,” Lockdown panted, slumping in his chair.

YoPro whimpered, wiping a trickle of lubricant from her lips, “M-Master…s-still h-hungry. P-Please…m-more?”

Lockdown gave YoPro a toothy grin and patted her helm once again. “All right, pet. I suppose you’ve earned it.”

The bounty hunter held out another cube, and YoPro snatched it from his servo, greedily drinking it down, trying to block out the feeling of his hook toying with her antennae.

Title: Abused Pet 2
Pairing: Lockdown/OC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, HET(?), non-con, mild violence, sticky

“C’mere, pet,” Lockdown cooed, waving around a cube of energon. “I know you want this. C’mere. It’s yours.”

YoPro trembled nervously and licked her lips. Her fueling tanks were near empty and screaming for sustenance. She knew Lockdown was going to toy with her, but the desperation for food overrode her fear and caution. She inched forward and reached for the cube, squealing in panic when Lockdown snagged her servo, quickly pulling her into his lap.

“N-No! Y-You s-said----” YoPro cried.

Lockdown interrupted the femme, laughing hard. “Don’t worry. You’ll get that cube once I’m done with you, pet.”

“N-No! L-Let g-go!” YoPro wailed. “D-Don’t h-hurt m-me! P-Please m-master!”

The bounty hunter laughed again at the femme’s desperate pleas. He roughly groped her small frame, digging his fingers and hook into seams, tearing at wires, eliciting pained cries from the femme. He forced his lips over her mouth and tried to shove his glossa past her lips. With panic controlling her, and the desperate urge to escape, YoPro sank her dentals into Lockdown’s bottom lip, clamping down hard enough to break the soft metal and draw out energon. Yowling, Lockdown tossed YoPro from his lap, rubbing at the seeping wound. The femme yelped as she struck the floor and rolled several feet away from the bounty hunter. She tried to scramble away, but Lockdown snagged her leg, pulling until she was lifted off the ground and left dangling upside down.

“You ungrateful piece of scrap!” Lockdown snarled. “I gave you life! I provide you shelter! I even feed you and this is how you repay me?!”

YoPro whined in despair, waiting for the brutal blows that were sure to follow. Lockdown gritted his dentals, fighting the urge to strike the femme. It was so tempting to smack her around, but she was frail. Any violence could deactivate her. An evil grin formed on his faceplates as a wicked thought entered his processor.

YoPro gasped as she was abruptly dropped to the floor. “I-I’m s-sorry, L-Lock--gahh!”

Lockdown servo shot out to her throat, squeezing her vocalizer until all that emitted was static. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, pet. You need to be taught a lesson.”

The femme screamed in alarm as she was flipped over, aft raised into the air. Terror seeped into her processor as the bounty hunter tore at the protective paneling on her aft, wailing in pain and shock as the metal was pried off her body, tossed to the side as if it were garbage, leaving her intimate areas exposed.

“Hmm…not bad,” Lockdown mused, gazing over her ports and plug. “Not bad at all…for a scrapheap like yourself.” He grasped her plug, giving it a rough squeeze, causing the femme to yelp and thrash on the floor. “Aw, don’t like your plug being touched? Fine. I’ll just test out your ports then.”

YoPro let out a shrill wail as Lockdown’s plug suddenly slammed into her virgin port. “A--Ahh! P-Please s-stop! H-Hurts! H-Hurts!”

Lockdown ignored YoPro and continued ramming inside the femme, savoring the velvety tightness encasing his girth. Her port was hot, wet, so exquisite, and he grew closer and closer to overload, but the bounty hunter wasn’t ready to peak just yet. He abruptly pulled out, positioning himself against her exhaust port. YoPro quailed at the prodding sensation on her aft, and she gazed back at Lockdown with a pleading expression. Lockdown gave the femme a sickening grin and jammed his cable deep into her aft. Tearing, burning pain shot up YoPro’s backside, and she screamed in agony until her vocalizer grew hoarse. Lockdown cared little for her misery and savagely thrust into her until he overloaded, flooding her abused passage with lubricant. The femme hissed as her torn wires were coated, and she curled up into a ball as the bounty hunter pulled away, sobbing pitifully.

Wiping away condensation on his brow, Lockdown chuckled, “That was fun, pet. I guess you have other uses besides being bait.” He gave her a gentle pat on the helm. “Act out again and your punishment will be worse. Behave yourself and I might be gentle next time. I might even let you experience an overload.”

Lockdown picked up a cube of energon and tossed it to the floor, contents spilling out. Shaking violently, entire body aching, YoPro lapped the fluid from the floor.

“Pathetic,” Lockdown snickered, leaving the room.

YoPro let out choked sobs as she continued to lick up the energon.

Title: Comfort
Pairing: Optimus/OC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, HET(?), sticky

“O-Optimus?” YoPro whimpered, squirming restlessly.

The mech slowly stirred awake, wrapping his arms around the femme. “What’s wrong, YoPro?”

“N-Nightmare,” YoPro whined. “L-Lockdown…”

Optimus frowned at the mention of the bounty hunter’s name. “He won’t get you. I’ll protect you. I swear.”

YoPro smiled and snuggled into Optimus’ embrace. “L-Love y-you, O-Optimus.”

“Love you too, beautiful,” Optimus murmured, kissing YoPro’s neck.

The femme giggled and squirmed under the pleasurable assault. “A-Am I-I r-really b-beautiful? I-I’m n-not a-a f-freak?”

Optimus growled, “No, you’re not a freak. Who put that thought into your processor?”

YoPro gnawed on her bottom lip and answered, “ L-Lockdown c-called m-me t-that, a-and s-scrap, and u-useless, a-and….”

Optimus shushed her before she could on. “Lockdown is a cruel glitch who needs to get his optics checked.” He cupped YoPro’s cheek. “You’re the most gorgeous femme I’ve ever seen. You are beautiful, and do not think otherwise.”

“S-So k-kind t-to m-me,” YoPro mewled, leaning in closer to place a tender kiss on Optimus’ lips.

The two slowly kissed and nuzzled one another, moans and gasps escaping their lips as their groins rubbed together. Their plating retracted, exposed cables brushing together in a pleasurable friction. YoPro lifted her leg, draping the limb over Optimus’ hip, trembling as the mech’s servo rubbed up and down it. Dipping his servo lower, Optimus teased YoPro’s dripping port before gently pushing a single digit inside. The femme broke the kiss and cried out in bliss. Moaning, Optimus tightly clung to YoPro, thrusting his groin harder over the femme’s pelvic region. She smashed her lips over the mech’s mouth, letting out muffled screams as they both overloaded.

Title: Up a Tree
Pairing: Prowl/OC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: HET(?), sticky

YoPro whined in frustration as Prowl scaled up the trunk of a tree, resting atop one of the swaying branches. She stood at the base of the trunk, sonar blasting from her antennae, fixing in on Prowl. She frowned and scraped her fingers over the bark.

YoPro huffed, “N-No f-fair! C-Can’t c-climb!”

Prowl darted down from the tree and scooped the femme from the ground. “Perhaps I should help you then?”

The femme laughed in joy as the ninjabot carried her up the tree, clutching at him when he tried to set her down on a branch. “N-No! H-Hold m-me, p-please?”

Grinning wide, Prowl laid out on a sturdy branch, hugging YoPro tightly. The femme nuzzled her face into Prowl’s neck, dentals nibbling a few cables. Prowl gasped and arched his back, cupping YoPro’s cheek and pulling her into a sensual kiss. The femme mewled and straddled Prowl’s hips, grinding her groin over the ninjabot’s pelvic armor.

“W-Want y-you i-inside m-me,” YoPro groaned, sliding back her warm plating. “W-Want i-it r-rough…n-ninjabot.”

Lubricant spilled out onto Prowl’s armor, and he grabbed her hips, lust overtaking him. His own plating retracted, and he slammed the femme’s hips down, impaling her on his bonding shaft. YoPro screamed in pleasure, rising up and down, matching Prowl’s quick tempo. She screamed even louder when the ninjabot’s servo wrapped around her cable, trembling and bucking at the mech’s fingers toyed with the leaking slit.

“P-Prowl! M-More!” YoPro cried out.

Growling in lust, Prowl violently rammed into the tiny femme, pushing even deeper into her clenching warmth. “Like this? Is this what you want?”

“Y-Yes! S-So g-good!” YoPro mewled. She leaned down, chassis hovering over the ninjabot’s mouth, splitting open to reveal her pulsing spark fragment. “K-Kiss m-my s-spark?”

The femme cried out in bliss as Prowl’s mouth engulfed her life force, glossa gently flicking across the fragment. The pressure in her groin and spark chamber grew unbearable, and she wailed in relief as the pressure exploded into unbelievable pleasure. Panting hard, YoPro collapsed on top of Prowl, moaning as she felt Prowl release himself inside her. The ninjabot shouted in bliss and rained kisses down over the femme’s face, keeping her nestled in his arms as recharge slowly claimed them both.

Title: Doctor’s Privilege
Pairing: Ratchet/OC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: HET(?), sticky

Ratchet gently eased YoPro onto an examination berth. The femme trembled and smiled shyly up at the medbot, spreading her legs apart and retracting her pelvic armor, exposing her rigid cable and two slick ports.

“A-Aches,” YoPro whimpered. “H-Help m-me?”

Ratchet smirked and caressed the femme’s taut abdomen, questing fingers avoiding her plug. “Where does it ache?” The femme whined from the teasing touch. “I can’t help you unless you talk to me.”

Shivering violently, YoPro cupped her twitching cable. “H-Here.” Her servo drifted lower, fingers brushing over her port. “A-And h-here. P-Please, h-help m-me R-Ratchet?”

“I’ll help you, gorgeous,” Ratchet growled, reaching down to fondle the femme’s plug.

A soft moan passed YoPro’s lips as Ratchet nibbled one of her antennae, licking his way down her body, stopping to lap the tip of her cable. His fingers gently pushed into her port, thrusting slowly inside the tight passage.

“A-Ah! A-Ah!” YoPro yelled, writhing on the berth as Ratchet’s warm mouth surrounded her length. “N-Ngh! N-Need y-you!”

Ratchet rose up and positioned himself between YoPro’s legs, slowly easing his way into her soft port. He grunted and panted as his length was squeezed by silky, wet hotness. YoPro cried out loudly as Ratchet slipped in deeper.

“R-Ratchet! O-Oh! H-Harder!” YoPro wailed.

The medbot grasped the femme’s thighs, holding on tightly as his hips began to piston against her, ordering, “Touch yourself.”

The tips of YoPro’s antennae flared bright blue as she reached down and pumped her stiff plug, using her free servo to grab the edge of the berth, keeping herself from being pushed off by the medbot’s rough thrusts. Lowering his helm, Ratchet slammed his lips over YoPro’s mouth in a passionate kiss, glossa snaking inside, matching the tempo of his hips. Overload came crashing down violently for both bots, each screaming, cursing, and thrashing as their bodies were overtaken by pleasurable spasms. Once the aftershocks subsided, YoPro nuzzled her face into Ratchet’s chassis, causing the older mech to chuckle from the ticklish sensation.

“E-Examine m-me a-again t-tomorrow?” YoPro asked.

“Why wait ‘till then?” Ratchet chuckled, leering down at the small femme.

YoPro squealed in delight as Ratchet pinned her to the berth, dentals attacking her neck and chest plates.

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