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Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Unwanted Guests

“CoLene, do you hear that?” S’taq whispered. They were in the upper tunnels, scrounging around for the few gems they could find. They’d already found a couple of rubies, not that they were the most valuable, but if cut just right….

They stood still for a long second. The unmistakable sound of the heavy metal slab that covered the entrance to the abandoned mine shaft being shifted; filled their audios. Looking at each other in dismay, the dancers knew that T’ran wasn’t due back for another two days, and there was no way she’d come back earlier. Listening intently, the femmes could just make out the sounds of male mech voices bitching about how hard it was to move the plate.

S’taq’s optics got very, very large as she recognized one of the voices as a former Decepticon client of hers. “Slaggers CoLene, that’s Rumble I hear. They must still be searching for us, and they’re sending the little ones down each mine.”

“So he’s a client of yours then?” CoLene whispered back. Her quick mind began to come up with a plan. She was a little nervous about trying the same tactics twice, but if Rumble already knew S’taq…

S’taq nodded.

“Ok, let’s go down to the lower levels. It’ll take them at least an hour to explore up here. I think we’ll have time!” CoLene whispered. S’taq followed her, as they silently slid down the shaft to the lower levels.

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“Hey everyone, we got a problem,” CoLene whispered loudly as she entered their main gathering area.

The tone of her voice and the fact that she was whispering, caught everyone’s attention. They all put their cards down and gave her their full attention.

“Rumble and another mech are beginning to search this mine. I think they’re looking for us.” S’taq’s optics scanned the group, noticing that everyone was tense.

“I’m going to so rip those bastards a new one!” Cliffjumper growled. Rage filled the small mech. Anger for what the two had done to him and anger for what they’d done to sweet Bumblebee combined in a blistering emotion of total hatred. Jumping up, he grabbed one of the guns and made like he was going to run out and take the cons on all by himself.

Bumblebee and Droct grabbed his tail pipes and wouldn’t let him pass. “Freagers’ let me go! I’m going to kick their afts!” the red mech snarled, struggling to break their grasp. He hit and kicked at both of them, the intensity of his emotions overriding his logic circuits.

“You can’t Cliffjumper. You have no armor. Just one hit and they’ll off line your aft!” Bumblebee whispered harshly. He understood the mech’s sentiments, but couldn’t let him risk it. If he lost Cliffjumper to the mech’s own brashness now…

Cliffjumper grumbled, but knew they were right. He glared sullenly at everyone in the mine shaft, whatever their plan was, better be freagin’ good! Slowly, the other two mechs let his arms go.

“Droct, is there another exit to this mine?” CoLene asked. Her optics locked with Droct’s. She felt deadly calm coming over her. The same emotion that she got when she was faced with thought of bonding with a rather unattractive mech simply because she was hard up for funds.

He nodded. “It comes out about three clicks east of the main entrance, on the other side of the mountain.” He felt a nervous rising in his core, they were facing conflict and he just hated conflict.

“Good, we don’t know how many cons are outside the main entrance. So I want you three mechs to gather the supplies and head that way. Just give us twenty minutes, and then it should be safe to move past our location.” CoLene was taking charge, her meta having decided on the safest course of action.

“Us three mechs? What will you femmes be doing?” Bumblebee asked. He looked anxiously from femme to femme, not liking the deadly calm confidence that seemed to wash over them.

S’taq snickered. “Rumble used to be a client of mine. We’ve got a real good plan!” Her optics danced in merriment at the stunt they were fixing to pull. She’d never really liked the little bastard since he had never tipped her very well, so it was quite satisfying to think of how much trouble he would be getting into with his fellow cons over this. A little ‘pay back’ for his cheapness.

B’dec, RiTank and Z’ren looked from one dancer to the other, realizing quickly what the two older femmes were planning. Devious grins crossed their faces. They followed the two towards the upper levels with a bounce to their step.

“B’dec, what are you femmes going to do?!” Cliffjumper demanded to know. He didn’t like his new buddy heading off to danger without even a weapon! Those were cons! Cons which found it fun to rape and torture mechs in the worst of ways. How could the femmes so confidently face them completely unarmed?!?!

She turned and regarded the three males. “Just wait twenty minutes before you come up, don’t worry..” With that, she turned and marched after her friends; her devious grin getting bigger and bigger as she thought about what gag they were fixing to pull.

Sighing in exacerbation, Cliffjumper huffed as he and Droct stuffed Bumblebee’s seats with the energon cubes. “I can’t believe you two are so calm about the dancers being alone with those cons!” he grumbled to them. Worry filled him, and it wasn’t his normal worry about the cons not getting their choice rewards in a battle. It was the worry that someone he cared about was walking into danger and he couldn’t do a single thing about it. It wasn’t an emotion he was used to or liked in the least little bit.

Droct smiled and patted his arm. “I’m sorry Cliffjumper, but we’d just get in their way. And if anyone can handle a couple of cons…” He had full confidence in the dancers, if anyone could handle a hostile mech, it was them.

“….It’s those dancers!” Bumblebee finished for him. He glanced at Droct, both of them thinking along the same lines.

Still not happy in the least, Cliffjumper continued to grumble as they finished packing.

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“Slag it! Why do we always get stuck with these blasted worthless assignments?!” Frenzy grumbled. His hydraulics straining to the max as he helped Rumble shift the heavy metal slab. He was so pissed at Starscream for mentioning this little ‘idea’ to Megatron. It meant that the Seeker sat back and would get all the credit when the ‘decoration’ and missing guns were found, while he and his brother had to do all the work.

“Because we’re the freagin’ grunts! I’m going to so kick Starscream’s aft for sticking us with this one!” the small mech replied. This was the fifth abandoned mine in a week that they’d been dropped off at in order to search. They would be stuck here for ten astrohours, and then one of the Seekers would fly by for a pickup. It was so totally degrading to be shuffling along in these old mine shafts like some kind of cyber moles or something.

“They should’ve made LongHaul and Runabout do this. They were the dumb afts who lost the dead Autobot..” Frenzy bitched. With another screech of his hydraulics, he got the metal plate to budge another little bit. He cussed the two out in his meta again; if it weren’t for their inability to keep their codpieces latched they wouldn’t have to do this grunt job.

“Ya, ya, I know. But Megatron’s more pissed that the whores stole their guns. Hell the Autobot’s gotta be totally off lined by now.” Rumble squatted down, putting both his legs and back into the heavy lift. His hydraulics were getting so strained with all of this abnormal work, it’d take weeks to straighten them back out..

Finally, the metal slab was moved enough so that they could wiggle inside. Looking warily at the black interior of the mineshaft, Frenzy pushed his brother in it. “You’re freagin’ first this time!” he growled. Since they ran into a collapsing mine shaft last time, he’d rather Rumble take the hit of falling rubble.

“You little bastard!” Rumble replied, kicking at his brother even as he was forced inside. He knew exactly why Frenzy had pushed him in first, but he was more pissed that he hadn’t been quick enough to push Frenzy in first.

Still grumbling and insulting each other, the brothers clicked on their infrared and started to scope out the mine.

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About ten astrominutes later, a strange sound filled their audios. Stopping, both cons stood silently, trying to make out just what in the blazes it was. Female giggling and moans of pleasure filled the empty blackness of the mine. Looking at each other in total confusion, they whipped out their guns and started towards the sounds.

“Mmmmm, ya, right there… Oh that’s it…. Mmmmmm…” Z’ren laid her head back, her chassis arching under the sensations that B’dec’s fingers were causing. Then her lips were pressed, the softness of RiTank’s against them. Next to her, she could hear CoLene begging for more from S’taq. Telling the red femme to move her fingers a tad to the right….

“What in the slogger’s name?!” A young male voice exclaimed.

B’dec looked up. “What in the hell are you two doing here? This is a freagin’ private party!” she said, glaring at the two small Decepticon mechs that were standing their in shock, their guns drawn, but their jaws hitting the floor.

S’taq turned her head, acting surprised as she spied one of her clients. Ignoring the fact that he was holding a gun, she snickered to B’dec. “Oh he’s cool, he’s one of my clients,”
Rolling over, she gave him a seductive look. “So who told you about our little party Rumble?”

Frenzy and Rumble looked at each other in sheer disbelief! They had run across a femme orgy it seemed. But they were looking for some whores, weren’t they?

“Um, we’re just, uh, looking for the whores who stole LongHaul’s weapons. Um, have you seen them?” Rumble scanned them even as he asked. Didn’t see a single weapon amongst the group, so he didn’t think they were the one’s who did it. After all, the one did do business with Decepticons didn’t she? So why would she piss them off?

“Can’t say that I have. Did he forget to pay a dancer for her services?” S’taq asked. She moaned a little as CoLene’s fingers dived underneath her codpiece.

Rumble and Frenzy shifted nervously, it was highly erotic to be watching these femmes play with each other like this, but they were supposed to be working right now. “Um, I don’t know, um, never asked..” His optics were locked onto Z’ren’s current actions, her lips locked down on CoLene’s, the warmth of lust beginning to overwhelm his logic circuits. He felt his spark beginning to pulse out of control as the femmes’ glossa toyed which each other’s.

B’dec turned her head and snorted. “The only reason a dancer would swipe something, is if she wasn’t paid. So you need to yell at your friend about paying for services.” Several of the other dancers chuckled in agreement, in between their moans of pleasure..

“So you’ve done business with them, huh?” Frenzy asked Rumble. He put his gun away, realizing that these couldn’t be the whores who had stolen those weapons. If they had, then they’d show a little nervousness when confronted – wouldn’t they?! And all these whores seemed to be interested in was in getting each other off it seemed. He felt his spark pulsating wildly, wanting to connect with one of those femme’s. To feel their fingers sliding in between his……..

“Ya, um, S’taq’s real good..” Rumble answered. His optics locked on S’taq’s fingers which were slipping under the light blue dancer’s codpiece at the moment. He also put his gun away, trusting the whore that he knew so well. His lust was becoming overwhelming; he needed some relief…..

“So, like, how much would it cost for us to join you dancers?” Frenzy asked. He winked conspiratorially at Rumble. Hell, the other cons would never know – would they? And it was about time the two of them ‘had a little fun’ anyways. Joining an orgy of prostitutes seemed like a very, very good idea!

A devious smile spread over Rumble’s face. Yes, that’d be a good way to ‘search’ the mine. He’d ‘search’ it with his optics, as his glossa searched S’taq’s mouth again. Mmmm, a little multi-tasking did a mech some good.

S’taq motioned them to come closer. “Tell ya what, if you friend’s as good of a kisser as you are – then it’ll be no charge.” Several of the other dancers snickered their agreement; and one-by-one they ‘tested’ Frenzy’s ability to kiss.

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“I am so not believing this!” Cliffjumper whispered to Droct as they watched the dancers cause the two Decepticons to overload and shutdown. He didn’t know whether to be appalled or amazed at the simple, yet highly effective, tactic.

“I told you the femmes could handle it,” the mech whispered back. He winked at Cliffjumper as he hopped over the boulder they had hidden behind and strolled up to the group of dancers. Leaning down over the prone Decepticons, he flipped open their chest panels. Reaching in, he punched a few codes. Slamming their panels back closed with a metallic clang that reverberated through the mine, he grinned and stood up. “Well, they’ll be out in defrag for another six astrohours,” he announced.

Rage burned brightly inside him at the sight of two of his tormentors. Cliffjumper raised the gun he was holding, aiming it at Rumble’s crotch. But Droct stopped him. “But the bastard needs a little pain, after what he’s done!” Cliffjumper roared in protest.

“But that’ll just bring him out of defrag instantly, then he’ll send an SOS and we’ll have the entire Decepticon force on our afts!” CoLene said. She grabbed the gun right outt’ve a rather shocked Cliffjumper’s hand, nodding her thanks to Droct for his quick thinking.

Glaring at her, Cliffjumper looked hopefully at Droct. “Can you at least cross some wires down there? Make them get shocked or something when they bond again?” his optics pleaded with the garbage mech to at least give them a little payback. He and Bee needed a little satisfaction after what those two sadistic bastards had done to them.

Sighing, Droct nodded. “Ok, I can do that pretty quickly.” He knelt back down and started messing with their exposed circuits. Thinking quickly about which crossed wires would make the biggest bang when activated again…

S’taq and Z’ren searched the two prone Decepticons, grabbing their weapons when they found them. “Well, now we’re up to four guns,” S’taq said with a victorious tone.

“And even more pissed off Decepticons!” CoLene huffed. But she did beam in pride. It felt good to be making a difference.

“Ya, they’ll be even more pissed off next time they bond,” Droct said as he stood up. He smiled sheepishly at Cliffjumper. He could just imagine the ‘bang’ that would occur. He did hate causing another mech some pain, but they had tortured other mechs, so perhaps they deserved it.

The red mech slapped him on the back. “Slogger’s you guy are going to make some great Autobots!” He absolutely beamed at his new friends; they were so ‘creative’ in beating the cons. He couldn’t wait to see what they’d do on Cybertron.

“Well, let’s roll!” Bumblebee said as he pulled up.

They all transformed, except for the tarp-covered Cliffjumper. He jumped into Droct’s bed for the ride. And they all headed off towards the back entrance to the mine, as they continued to laugh about Rumble’s and Frenzy’s expressions when they woke up.

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