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Lingerie	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 3749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Kittybot
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, bondage, crack! fic, DP, D/s, PWP, rimming
Summary: (AU) The kitty mods are installed, and Prowl even gets a little revenge.

Lockdown let out a tired sigh as he cleaned off his work table. Adding the kitty mods to Prowl, or Nekomata model as he preferred, had gone smoothly, and the ninjabot was resting in the next room. After straightening out his tools, Lockdown decided to check up on Prowl, and when he strode over to the open doorway, he stopped dead in his tracks. Prowl was awake and writhing on the berth. The ninjabot’s pointed black ears, gold trimming around the tips, were slanted back. His servos, now slightly padded with sharp nails, were rubbing up and down his chassis, and two long black tails with gold stripes twitched wildly. Prowl spread his legs, mewling as one tail coiled around his plug and the other pushed into his slick port. He arched his back and cried out as his tails pumped harder.
Heat pooled around Lockdown’s cheeks. He hadn’t been expecting such an erotic show. The bounty hunter licked his lips and stepped into the room. Prowl’s ears perched up, and he gazed over at Lockdown, lips curling in a snarl.
“Aw, don’t be so mean,” Lockdown chuckled, stepping closer. “Why don’t you let me help you out? I’ve got something better than that tail.”
The bounty hunter gasped as Prowl pounced on him, violently knocking him to the floor. The ninjabot’s sharp dentals were bared, and he hissed ominously.
“Heh, looks like the programming in the those mods is working a little too well,” Lockdown snickered. Prowl hissed again. “C’mon, darlin’, don’t you recognize me? It’s me, Lockdown, your sexy and lovable mate.”
Prowl lowered his helm, sniffing the nape of the older mech’s neck. Lockdown sighed in relief as Prowl licked his cheek, purring loudly. The bounty hunter shuddered as Prowl slid down his body, stopping to paw at his groin, causing the older mech to grunt when the ninjabot’s sharp claws scraped over him.
“Ungh!” Lockdown moaned. “I’m going to take a chance and hope you don’t scratch or bite anywhere sensitive.”
When his plating retracted, Lockdown cursed as Prowl dove down on his plug, eagerly licking and sucking. Lowering his servo, Lockdown massaged Prowl’s ears, causing the ninjabot to purr around his turgid shaft. Prowl let the hard length slip from his lips, grinning mischievously as he trailed a sharp nail over the leaking slit. Lockdown gritted his dentals as Prowl continued to toy with the sensitive head of his plug, hips bucking from each swipe. He nearly overloaded, but Prowl abruptly pulled away. The ninjabot got onto his servos and knees, tails flicking when Lockdown approached. Leaning down, Lockdown ran his glossa over Prowl’s port before delving inside, swirling over the internal wiring, tasting the sweet tang of lubricant.
Prowl moaned and wriggled his hips, whimpering out, “Please…please…please…inside…me”
“Well…since you asked so nicely,” Lockdown laughed.
Lockdown draped himself over Prowl’s back, maneuvering until he could fit comfortably between the ninjabot’s fairings, latching onto the back of the younger mech’s neck with his dentals as he slammed his hips forward. Prowl screamed and clawed at the floor, thrusting his aft back, drawing Lockdown deeper into his body. The bounty hunter released the ninjabot’s neck, giving the slightly dented metal a tender lick.
“Lock…Lockdown,” Prowl purred, tilting his helm and lips pouting, silently begging for a kiss.
Lockdown grinned and gave Prowl a passionate kiss, glossa matching the rhythm of his swaying hips.
“Help…Help me…please,” Prowl murmured against Lockdown’s lips. “My…port…and…plug…ache. Hurts…help…me…”
“Don’t worry, darlin’,” Lockdown growled in lust, “I’ll take care of you.”
Bracing himself, Lockdown reached around Prowl’s hip, servo enclosing the ninjabot’s shaft. Prowl began to thrust wantonly into the fisted servo, tails snaking around the older mech’s hip, tips pressing against Lockdown’s port. Lockdown shouted as he was pierced, ramming wildly into Prowl, each peaking at the same time and blacking out.
When Lockdown woke, he found his arms bound above his helm by stassis cuffs. Prowl was on top of him, and Lockdown’s optics widened when his legs were eased apart and pushed back, exposing the tiny opening hidden beneath. Slowly, Prowl slid inside the bounty hunter. The initial confusion and rage quickly vanished as the ninjabot’s shaft massaged his internal wiring. Over a millennia had passed since Lockdown had allowed another mech to take him, and he had forgotten how exquisite it felt to be stretched and filled by a loving partner. Prowl moaned above him, servos clawing at Lockdown’s chassis, nails slipping beneath the seams, tangling in wires that made the bounty hunter curse in pleasure, face plates flaming a bright red.
“Ngh! Ah! Slag it!” Lockdown snarled, spreading his legs wider as Prowl sank in deeper. “Why?!”
“Think…of it…as…punishment,” Prowl purred, “for making…me…wear…all those…ridiculous outfits…and…installing these…mods without…my permission…as well…as…messing with…my vocalizer. Trying…to make…me cat-like…hmm?” He smacked Lockdown’s aft, eliciting an agitated growl from the older mech. “Do…I…feel good?”
“You feel amazing, kid, but you’re still going to pay for this!” Lockdown snapped.
Prowl smirked and roughly rammed into Lockdown, twining one of his tails over the bounty hunter’s twitching plug. The other tail pushed inside the older mech’s opening, pumping alongside his shaft. Lockdown thrashed and screamed, overloading violently and blacking out a second time.
When Lockdown woke again, he was still bound, and Prowl was riding up and down on his rigid plug, tails sliding in and out of his port. It would be hours, and ten more rounds of interfacing, before Lockdown could convince Prowl to untie him. He barely had enough strength to uninstall the mods. As Prowl recharged peacefully on a berth, Lockdown passed out on the floor, snoring loudly and twitching. He would have to make good on his threat at a later time.
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