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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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Rock and a Hard Place

Careening crazily up and down the steep slopes, the renegade group flew through the mountains as fast as they could. Their headlights barely illuminated their path enough as it was, and anytime they even thought they saw a Seeker at high altitude they would shut those lights off and rolled along with only infrared to guide them. It was a dangerous way to travel to say the least, but the only way they could. They had to get as much distance between themselves and the search area as they could – before daybreak.

As the sky started to turn from black to gray, all of them began to scan desperately for some kind of cover. They had to get out of sight as fast as possible or those Seeker patrols would spot them. Desperation began to fill them, as the sky continued to brighten, yet no cover seemed to be around.

“Sloggers! I think I spotted something!” RiTank hollered. Wheeling around, she skidded as she shot sideways. Transforming even before she stopped, she slid the rest of the way on her feet, sparks flying as the metal of her skin collided with the loose rocks. “Here it is, let me poke my head in.” She poked her head into a crack in the base of a cliff face. Her shoulders soon followed. Pretty soon her entire chassis disappeared into the hole.

“Is it big enough?” CoLene hollered in. She looked nervously up at the lightening sky. Chewing her lower lip she prayed to Primus that they’d not be caught.

RiTank slid back out, smiling in glee as she nodded to CoLene; “Yes, barely. But we can cram all the supplies in and then ourselves I think.” She shook off some of the dust that had coated her shiny pink paint.

“We’ve got ten astrominutes. Let’s do it!” CoLene ordered. She moved towards S’taq’s bed, not even waiting for the others to transform completely.

Swiftly, B’dec, Z’ren, Cliffjumper, CoLene and RiTank formed a chain. Unloading and passing all of the energon cubes and boxes from one to the other and stacking them tightly against the back wall of the small cave.

“I think we need to get Droct and Bumblebee in there first,” S’taq advised as she transformed. Her optics scanned the two, and she wondered how hard it was going to be to stuff the bulkier mechs through that crack.

The rest of them realized that those were the two bulkiest mechs amongst them. And it might take the rest of them pushing them, to get them through the tight entrance. “Good idea S’taq!” CoLene said and nodded to the two mechs to start wiggling in.

Sure enough, it did take the others all pushing, to cram each of them through the crack. As Droct was finally squeezed through, he quickly crammed himself tightly against the back of the cave. Bumblebee soon followed, actually stumbling forward onto his faceplate as Cliffjumper gave him a tad too hard of a shove. Then the femmes and the tarp covered Cliffjumper crammed themselves in.

Just as Cliffjumper’s leg disappeared into the hole, the faint sound of a Seeker patrol filled the mountain air. Crammed together, the group sighed and relaxed against their fellows, for they had escaped detection yet again!

With both Bee and CoLene leaning into him, Droct chuckled and laid his hands over their shoulders. “Um, CoLene, I know you’ve been trying to con Bee and I to do a threesome. But did you really have to go to these lengths?” he asked in his soft voice.

At first, the whole group was a bit shocked at Droct’s forwardness, but then they recognized it for the joke it was. Quiet laughter filled the small cave. A few lighthearted dirty jokes were passed around, as they each tried to shift into comfortable positions in the tight quarters. It took a little while, some more chuckling and off color comments, but finally, everyone was reasonably comfortable and lying down.

Cliffjumper found himself with his back crammed into Z’ren and B’dec pressed tightly against his front. Her smooth chest armor pressed tightly against his barely concealed circuitry. At first, he was ok with it. But after a few minutes, that creepy, dirty feeling started to wash over him. “Um, B’dec,” he whispered in her audios, a little embarrassed for everyone else to know his problem.

“Yes?” she replied. Her blue optics gleamed in the darkness of the cave.

“I’m starting to.. You know..” he stammered as he whispered in her audio. He didn’t want everyone else to know, it was kind’ve embarrassing for a tough mech like him.

She shrugged, “but we can’t do anything about it, we’ve got to lie this way.” Her whispered voice showed her concern. She didn’t want him going into a panic attack or anything, but there was nothing they could do about the multiple chassis pressed into him.

He felt Z’ren’s hand rub his side. Her fingers running across his tarp covered circuits caused that sickening sensation to grow stronger. “Cliffjumper, are you starting to panic?” she asked softly.

He felt himself blush. They were in such tight quarters that everyone would know now. Know how weak and pathetic he truly was. Shame washed over him. He wanted these dancers to see him as a confident instructor and soldier! Not some whimpering, broken mech who couldn’t get over being raped.

“Hey Cliff, buddy, I’ve been there. It really sucks,” Bumblebee said softly from across a few chassis. He shuddered slightly against Droct, for he remembered how uncontrollable those panic attacks could be.

Cliffjumper trembled, the press of the chassis against him making the terror want to rise further. He fought it down, trying to focus on the vision of blowing out particular Decepticon’s crotches with well-aimed laser fire. It worked for a minute or two, but then that creepy, sickening sensation grew stronger. “Um, Bee, how’d you get over it?” he asked weakly. After all, these were all dancers around him, they’d understand wouldn’t they?

“Well, you got to take it slow. Get your partner to, like, just rub you until you quit panicking. Then you move to the next thing…” Bumblebee replied. His voice full of understanding for what his friend was going through. The sound of metal rubbing metal could be heard as Bee tried to shift to a slightly more comfortable position in the tightly packed cave.

“And, um, ladies? You gotta move real slow and be real patient. Don’t go further until he nods, and then back off if he starts reacting too badly. Could take astrohours,” Droct’s soft voice added. After all, he was the one who had the experience in helping a mech over this. He rubbed his fingers against the yellow mech pressed against him, so glad that Bee had finally gotten over that terror.

Cliffjumper blushed; he didn’t know if he really wanted to do this in such a ‘public’ setting. But he was amongst friends wasn’t he? And he did have to get over it somehow. Better now than later..

“Do you want us to help you?” B’dec asked, her blue optics scanning his face.

He nodded, but his shivering spoke of his apprehension. Gulping his fear down, he promised himself to follow through with this.

“Just keep talking to him ladies. And Cliffjumper, concentrate on their voices – concentrate on the fact that they’re femmes, not Decepticons,” Bumblebee said softly. He remembered his own break from the panic. The gentleness of Droct’s voice, Droct’s hands….

“Just nod your head when you’re ready Cliffjumper. We’ll keep our hands on the outside of the tarp until you say otherwise, Ok?” Z’ren gently whispered in his audio.

Hesitantly, Cliffjumper nodded. He tensed as he felt B’dec’s and Z’ren’s hands settle on his barely concealed chassis. Their fingers lightly rubbing against his circuits, he felt the wave of stimulation run through him, but then his meta tried to warp it into the sickening sensation of con hands ripping into his sensitive arrays. He began to tremble in anticipation of the agony.. The pain..

“Shhh, it’s just us..” Z’ren and B’dec coo-ed, over-and-over again; slowly, the red mech settled down. He focused on their female voices, focused on the fact that cons had no femmes, so the femmes wouldn’t hurt him. Finally, the waves of stimulation became what they should be – pleasure.

“Has he stopped shaking?” Droct asked softly; Concern in his voice as he recalled vividly the terror that he’d seen in Bumblebee.

Cliffjumper nodded, unable to talk since he was concentrating so hard on B’dec’s face. Forcing his wavering meta to accept the fact that it was femmes whom were touching him – not cons.

“Yes, he’s stopped shaking. He’s relaxing now,” Z’ren answered.

“Wait a few more minutes past when he thinks he’s ready for more,” Droct advised. He knew it was hard not to push too fast when doing that, but for the sake of the mech involved – you had to go super slow…

B’dec nodded as she smiled and touched Cliffjumper’s cheek. She felt him hesitantly run his fingers along her hip armor, his optics looking questioningly in hers. “That’s fine, you show me how fast you want to go with your own actions – ok?”

He nodded, tentatively brushing his lips on hers. For a few minutes they exchanged just tender, light kisses. Z’ren grinning in pleasure as she watched, her fingers gliding lightly along his sides with B’dec’s. Cliffjumper began to relax into the kiss, his chassis warming in the simple pleasure of touching her lips with his. Finally, he felt bold enough. Opening his lips slightly, his glossa begged her lips for entrance. Submissively, she let him, at first not trying the same with hers.

Pressing into her more tightly, he ran his hand behind her head, forcing her lips ever tighter to his, his glossa ever deeper into the warmth of her soft mouth. Finally, she met him with her glossa. Boldly taking his mouth for hers! At first, he tensed in fear. The memories of cons dominating him coming to the forefront of his meta. But Z’ren’s soft voice kept reminding him that he was with a femme, and they wouldn’t hurt him. He relaxed, falling into the passionate kiss, enjoying it fully.

Finally, they let loose of each other’s lips, and as they stared into the depths of each other’s optics – the on looking friends actually gave them an encouraging round of applause.

Cliffjumper blushed. “Sloggers, while I like being the center of attention sometimes – this is a little extreme don’t you think?” His chassis was still trembling from the sensations that the two femme’s hands were causing.

“Ahhh Cutie, it just lets us forget all the trouble we’re in for a little while..” CoLene said softly. She smiled as she leaned into Droct’s shoulder. Looking over at Bumblebee, she grinned mischievously. “You know, my offer on that threesome still stands.”

The whole group chuckled softly as they could sense the blush on both Bumblebee’s and Droct’s face. This was a long standing joke between the femmes and the couple, so no one really took it seriously.

Cliffjumper relaxed, realizing that in the company of former prostitutes, bonding was just a normal part of everyday life. There was nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed about. He wondered if he’d truly ever get used to this way of thinking. Granted, they’d be living in such tight quarters until the cons left – he might as well get used to it…

Boldly, he slipped his fingers into one of B’dec’s seams. She grinned encouragingly at him as he did so. “Can you handle us now?” she asked him softly. He tightened his jaw a little, but then nodded. His optics told her that he was still uncertain if he could handle it.

“We’ll just take the wrap off your limbs for now, ok?” Z’ren whispered. She felt him relax, and realized that he wasn’t quite ready for their fingers on his primary nets in his torso – but maybe his secondary nets on his limbs.

Carefully, she and B’dec began to unwrap his arms and upper legs. Their friends all listened and grinning to each other. As his limbs were exposed, Cliffjumper shivered in both anticipation and anxiety. But the femmes moved slowly, giving him time to relax and enjoy the waves of stimulation. Their high-pitched, soft voices continuing to talk to him, keeping his meta locked on the reality of the here-and-now.

“You know Cliffjumper, B’dec’s real sensitive right under her left shoulder armor,” S’taq mentioned. She grinned slyly at RiTank, who was pressed into her aft side.

Cliffjumper grinned, beginning to get more-and-more comfortable in this public setting. “Do I want to know just why you know that S’taq?” he joked quietly. The entire group began to snicker.

“Because femmes enjoy bonding play, just as much as you mechs do,” S’taq stated. She was obviously not the least bit shy that she played with femmes just as much as mechs.

By this point, Cliffjumper had already expected the answer. But then another voice spoke up that he didn’t expect. “Well, guess I should mention that Cliff’s sensitive spot is his right hip joint,” Bumblebee said bashfully.

This made the red mech totally blush. And Droct looked at his bond mate with a little surprise. “Well sorry Droct, you knew you weren’t my first,” Bee explained. His face also a little blushed. His bond mate just chuckled, he’d known that, but just hadn’t expected to ever find out who had been Bumblebee’s ‘first’. Kissing Bee, he decided to remove any traces of the red mech’s lips from his.

The dancers just chuckled, and then began to joke about each other’s more ‘sensitive spots’. Soon, many of them were probing fingers into those sensitive spots. Before too long, their attentions were totally off the initial coupling.

Cliffjumper looked at B’dec in total amazement as he felt Z’ren turn away from him and start ‘bonding play’ with RiTank. “Does this always happen with you dancers?” he asked. Still not quite believing that this had turned into a public ‘everyone find a partner’ bonding event.

She just shrugged and grinned. “Ya, guess I should’ve warned you.”

Now being ignored and left alone by the rest of the group. B’dec slowly worked Cliffjumper past his fears.

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