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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: Written for Evaesis over at DA. Characters Gryphon and Andrea belong to her. For a pic of Gryphon in Autobot and Decepticon form, follow this link. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/Evaesis/evaesis_gryphon.jpg
For a pic of Andrea, follow this link. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/Evaesis/FanArt/CMSH___Andrea_and_H__Prowl_by_myst.jpg

Title: Interloper
Pairing: Gryphon(Autobot)/Blurr; Sentinel Prime
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: (AU) Sentinel isn’t above using trickery to get what he wants. Too bad he picked the wrong the femme to try and claim.

Gryphon sighed as she sat outside the Autobot base, wings drooping, and tail swishing back and forth in agitation. Several members of the Elite Guard, Ultra Magnus, Jazz, Sentinel Prime, and Blurr, were visiting Earth, making the inside of the base feel cramped and uncomfortable. The green and teal femme was shy enough around Optimus and his team, and the extra bots made her feel anxious. Blurr was the only exception. Months had passed since their first meeting, and they had developed a close relationship, although not as "close" as Gryphon would have liked. They had shared a few kisses, but that was it. Blurr seemed as hopelessly shy as her when it came to romance, something she hoped to rectify very soon.

"Hello there," a voice stated.

Gryphon jumped in fright and whipped around, not liking who she came face to face with. Sentinel Prime, probably the biggest, pompous jerk she ever encountered. She hated being around him. His stare was always lustful.

"Um…hello," Gryphon replied, doing her best to remain polite. "Is there…something I can do for you?"

"Just wanted to have a friendly chat," Sentinel answered, stepping closer.

Gryphon stepped back, shuddering as her back eventually hit a wall. "About what?"

"It’s come to my attention that you’ve been hanging around Blurr…a lot," Sentinel muttered.

"That’s none of your business," Gryphon grumbled, trying to walk by Sentinel, gasping as both of the mech’s arms shot out, keeping her cornered.

"But it is my business," Sentinel growled. "I’m concerned for you. You’re such a sweet femme. I would hate for you to get hurt."

Gryphon gave Sentinel a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"

Sentinel snorted, "No one holds Blurr’s interest for long. You’ll be no different. He’ll use you and then toss you aside once he becomes bored." He leaned in closer, mouth hovering close to her lips. "I won’t do that to you. You’re a beautiful treasure, and I’ll always cherish you. Just stick with me."

"Wow…that has to be the lamest piece of slag I have ever heard," Gryphon laughed, shoving one of Sentinel’s arms out of the way and walking by. "Don’t insult my intelligence, Prime. Try your lies on someone else."

She smirked when Blurr stepped outside, smiling in her direction. Pushing aside her shyness, Gryphon strode up to Blurr, capturing the intelligence agent’s lips in a passionate kiss. She mewled as Blurr kissed back with equal passion, trembling as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. In the corner of her optic, Gryphon saw Sentinel storm off.

Blurr eventually broke the kiss, asking, "And-what-brought-this-on? Not-that-I-mind."

"I’ll tell you later," Gryphon answered. "How about we go someplace…more private?"

Gryphon told Blurr what transpired between her and Sentinel later that evening. When morning came, Sentinel was in the medbay with Ratchet hovering over him, fixing a busted out jaw.

Title: Erogenous Zones
Pairing: Gryphon(Autobot)/Blurr
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, hand job(or would it be more appropriate to call it tail job?), oral, het, kink
Summary: (AU) Gryphon and Blurr know how to please one another.

"Ah…aah…" Blurr moaned, shuddering as Gryphon’s servos caressed his long horn.

"Sensitive area, hmm?" Gryphon teased, nestling against the speedster’s back, stroking his horn harder.

"Y-Yes," Blurr groaned, twitching as the femme’s glossa laved the tip. "Ngh! Gryphon! You’re-torturing-me-here! Stop-teasing!"

Smirking, Gryphon engulfed half the horn in her mouth, using her servos to pump the base. Her tail slid along his waist, dipping down to massage his heated groin, causing the mech to mewl and buck. He slid back his plating, screaming when Gryphon’s tail coiled around his plug, pumping languidly, tip rubbing over the damp head. He shuddered hard as he felt the femme’s paneling retract, and he let out another pleasured scream as her damp valve grinded against his aft, leaving behind trails of violet lubricant. His olfactory sensors detected the sweet, heady scent of her arousal, processor becoming even more lust driven.

"Ungh! Gryphon-you’re-driving-me-mad!" Blurr wailed. "I-can’t-take-any-more-teasing!"

With unbelievable speed, he wrenched away from Gryphon and spun around. Gryphon squealed in shock as Blurr grabbed her thighs and pulled hard, causing her to fall onto her back. She cried out and bucked her hips as Blurr dove down and lashed her dripping valve with his glossa, driving it as deep as he could, exploring her sweet, rippling channel.

"Ah! Ah! Blurr!" Gryphon cried.

His glossa continued to work her over at a processor blowing speed, causing her intakes and internal fans to kick into overdrive. After a few more quick swipes of his glossa, Blurr pulled away, smirking when Gryphon cried out from the loss, lapping away several trails of slick condensation from her quivering thighs.

"Had-enough-teasing?" Blurr chuckled.

Growling, Gryphon grabbed Blurr by the shoulders and hoisted him up, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and slamming her lips over his mouth. She mewled and shook as the tip of Blurr’s stiff cable prodded her valve, pulling him closer, crying out against the speedster’s mouth as she was filled. Blurr cried out as well, overwhelmed by the warmth and softness of her body, easing back and then slamming back in.

"This-all-right?" Blurr panted.

"Yes! Harder! More!" Gryphon screamed, circuitry sparking as Blurr’s servos fondled her wings. "Ah! Blurr! Those are…ngh…sensitive!"

"I-know," Blurr chuckled, pinching a few wires beneath the seams.

"Hmm…you’re not the only one who can play dirty," Gryphon growled, snaking her tail down Blurr’s back, stopping when she reached his aft.

Blurr let out a sharp shriek as the femme’s tail shoved into his aft port. "Ah! Oh-you-wicked-sexy-femme! Feels-so-slagging-good! I-can’t hold-on! I’m-going-to-overload!"

"Don’t hold back," Gryphon whimpered, clutching Blurr close. "Overload. I want to feel you…ooh…overload inside me."

"Primus! Gryphon!" Blurr snarled, ramming harder into the femme. "I-love-you! I-love-you! I-love-you!"

"Blurr! Blurr! Love you--aahh!" Gryphon shouted.

Overload ripped through Gryphon, and Blurr shouted as his plug was squeezed and massaged by her internals, optics rolling back as her tail plunged even deeper. He passed out from the intense pleasure, and Gryphon, barely hanging onto consciousness herself, clung to his limp body, snuggling happily into the mech.

Title: Dark Twist of Fate
Pairing: Gryphon(Autobot)/Blurr; Shockwave
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, character death(?), dark, gore, het, violence, SPOILERS--Episode: Transwarped
Summary: (AU) It wasn’t suppose to end this way…

Agony ripped through all of Blurr’s sensors as the walls slowly compressed him. His spark raced wildly and called out to its mate in a panic. As death descended on him, terrified screams echoing off the walls, all Blurr could think about was his beloved Gryphon. The closing walls suddenly stopped, keeping him painfully pinned. He ran a quick diagnostic, finding that his right arm was the only limb left functioning, the other arm and his legs left mangled and useless. He wailed and pounded his helm against the walls, driven mad from the stillness. It felt like an eternity before the walls suddenly withdrew, causing the mech to gasp as he fell to the ground, body a mess of marred metal and exposed, sparking wires, energon leaking out crevices all over his frame. Trembling in misery, Blurr vomited oil onto the floor.

"How pitiful you look."

Blurr tilted his helm, despair welling in his spark and optics widening in horror as he viewed Shockwave holding Gryphon by the neck, long claws piercing her neck cables, violet fluid dribbling down from the wounds. Both her arms were missing, wires dangling out and sockets sparking, and her legs were twisted the wrong way. Both of her elegant wings were broken and hanging from a torn cables.

"Don’t look so surprised, little one," Shockwave laughed. "I’m guessing your spark called out to her. Why else would your pretty little mate come flying to your aid? I greeted her as Longarm, and the rest she never saw coming. She may be beautiful, but she’s just as stupid as the rest of you vile Autobots." His optic gazed Gryphon’s form up and down, and he tenderly trailed a sharp finger across her cheek, causing the femme to hiss. "I suppose I could wipe her memory and keep her as a pet…but it would be so cruel of me to separate the two of you."

"You sick fragger!" Gryphon snarled. "I hope you burn in the Pit!"

Shockwave’s optic twitched as Gryphon spat energon across his faceplates. Letting out an infuriated snarl, Shockwave viciously struck Gryphon in the face, busting open her lip. He then slashed her cheeks and repeatedly slammed his balled up servo into her abdomen.

"Stop-it-please! Please! Please!" Blurr shrieked, using his one good arm to crawl along the floor towards the larger mech. "Leave-her-alone! Stop-hurting-her! Please! Just-let-her-go! Please!" He grabbed Shockwave’s pede and squeezed. "Primus-please-show-mercy!"

Shockwave violently kicked Blurr away. "Don’t make me laugh. You Autoscum deserve to perish." He cruelly tossed Gryphon to the ground, and the femme skidded until she struck into Blurr. "You should consider this an act of kindness. You get to die with your mate by your side. Farewell."

Shockwave stepped back and a wall slammed down, trapping both bots. With his good arm, Blurr hugged Gryphon close, sobbing uncontrollably, oily tears dripping onto her busted chassis.

"I’m-so-sorry-Gryphon," Blurr whimpered. "I’m-so-so-sorry. This-is-all-my-fault. I-wasn’t-able-to-protect-you. I’m-such-a-failure."

"Don’t say that," Gryphon murmured, giving Blurr a sad smile. "I’m just glad…to be with you again. I’ve…missed you so much."

Blurr shook his helm, panic returning as the gears above them began to grind. "Why-is-this-happening?! Why?! Let-her-go! Please! Let-her-live! Just-kill-me-instead! Let-her-go-damn-it! Please-oh-Primus-please-save-her! Please!"

Gryphon weakly shook her helm, optics brimming with tears. "It’s all right, Blurr." The walls slowly began to close in on them. "Please…just hold me…kiss me…I love you."

Blurr gave Gryphon a gentle kiss, nuzzling his forehead against hers. "I-love-you-too. I-always-will. Love-you-so-much-my-sweet-darling-mate."

Splitting open her battered chassis, Gryphon whimpered, "Merge with me, Blurr? Please?"

"Yes-anything-for-you," Blurr murmured, shaking as his chestplates opened and pulsing spark descended and twined with Gryphon’s, his shaking increasing as his legs crunched under the approaching wall. "Ah! I-love-you! I-love-you! Gryphon! My-love!"

"Blurr! I love you too!" Gryphon screamed, body seizing up as her joints buckled and popped under the increasing pressure. "Whatever waits for us in the next life…I’ll be there…by your side!" Warnings flashed in her processor, and she grew weak, optics gradually dimming. "Love you…so much…love you…forever…Blurr…"

"Love-you-forever-too…ngh…my-beautiful-Gryphon…my-loving-mate," Blurr gritted out, static suddenly bursting from his vocalizer.

Holding Gryphon tighter, Blurr slammed his lips over her mouth, kissing her passionately, systems shutting down as the two walls slammed together with a sickening crunch. A short time later, the walls reopened, revealing a cube with the mixed colors of light blue, black, teal, and white, and just beneath the surface of thick layer of metal was an enlarged, beating, multicolored spark. Shockwave then returned to the tunnel in his Longarm guise, picked up the cube with an amused expression, and headed back up. Eventually, he came across Cliffjumper and handed the cube over to the red and black mech, grinning wickedly as he watched the bot toss the cube down the incinerator.

Title: Healing a Wounded Ego
Pairing: Gryphon(Decepticon)/Starscream
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: DP, het, light spank, oral
Summary: (AU) Starscream hates how loyal Gryphon is to Megatron, and the femme is willing to soothe the seeker’s wounded ego.

"What’s with the sulky attitude, Starscream?" Gryphon inquired.

The seeker swiveled his chair around, and he glared at the dark green and purple femme. "Why must you praise Megatron every nanosec when you’re in his company? It sickens me." He paused a moment and gritted his dentals. "You never praise me…and I’m far better than that oversized scrapheap."

Gryphon sighed and rolled her optics. "He’s the almighty leader of the Decepticons. I have no choice. Unlike you…I don’t have the desire to be beaten to near scrap and spend numerous cycles in the repair bay."

Starscream huffed and tapped his fingers on the armrest.

Expression softening, Gryphon kneeled before Starscream, tenderly rubbing her servos up and down the seeker’s thighs. "Come on…don’t be so sullen. What do I have to do to cheer up my handsome seeker?"

A wicked grin grew on Starscream’s faceplates, and he slid back the paneling along his groin, cable extending from its housing.

"Oh…goodness…my mighty seeker is so…big," Gryphon cooed. She ran her finger over the slit, collecting a droplet of lubricant and bringing it to her lips, licking it away with a sultry grin. "And tasty too. Should I drink you up?"

"Yeah…use that pretty mouth of yours," Starscream growled, tone husky. He swiped his thumb over the head of his cable, collecting more lubricant, shuddering as the femme grabbed his servo and suckled his finger. "Suck me, my beautiful femme."

Letting the finger slip from her lips, Gryphon lowered her helm, giving the seeker’s cable a few teasing licks before engulfing half of it in her mouth, sucking hard and fast. Starscream hissed through clenched dentals, servo caressing the back of Gryphon’s helm, moving to fondle her long, pointed audio receptor. Gryphon whined and took Starscream deeper, gasping in shock when Starscream suddenly yanked her up and onto his lap, groin hovering over his erect metal.

"Open up and prepare yourself…with your tail," Starscream murmured, giving the femme’s aft a firm smack.

"Kinky mech," Gryphon cooed.

Her pelvic armor slid away, and she tensed and moaned as she used the tip of her tail to probe the soft folds of metal, gradually pushing the appendage into her valve. She started to pull her tail away when Starscream began positioning her, but the seeker stopped her.

"No…keep it inside," Starscream ordered, pushing his cable against her stretched valve, grinning wide at how that made her shudder. "Think you can handle both?"

"Only one way to find out," Gryphon stated, pushing her body down, pleasure and pain intermingling as she felt herself being stretched wide open. "Oooh slag! Starscream!" She nestled her face into the seeker’s neck, nibbling on a few cables. "You feel…ah…so huge inside me! Starscream! Give me more! Please! Please!"

"Oh…I’ll give you more since you’re begging so sweetly for it, you greedy femme," Starscream growled, digging his fingers into her hips, thrusting harder.

"You call this giving more?" Gryphon sneered. "I bet the glorious Megatron could ‘face me better than you."

A murderous glint formed in Starscream’s optics. Gryphon expected the seeker to curse her out. Instead, Starscream threw her to the floor, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pinned her servos above her helm. In this new position, he violently rammed his plug into her, plunging even deeper into her sopping valve. He grazed his dentals over her neck, leaving behind little dents, causing the femme to whine in bliss.

"Mine! Mine! Mine!" Starscream snarled into her damp neck. "You belong to me, little femme!"

"Frag you!" Gryphon spat, squeezing her internals.

The clenching pressure drove Starscream over the edge, giving short, rough, erratic thrusts. Gryphon writhed and screamed as she rode out wave after wave of ecstasy. When their scalding frames cooled, Starscream rolled over, tugging Gryphon with him, keeping her pinned in a tight embrace.

"Amazing as ever, Starscream," Gryphon panted, nipping the seeker’s chin. "I’m sure you would put Megatron to shame."

Starscream smacked the femme’s aft and grumbled, "You should watch that smart mouth of yours."

"Please…I know you like being riled up by me," Gryphon mewled, wriggling her aft as another slap landed. "It gets you all hot and bothered."

"You’re just lucky you’re so beautiful," Starscream chuckled.

Title: Rainy Day
Pairing: Andrea/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: het, human/holoform interaction
Summary: (AU) How can you occupy yourself on a rainy day?

Andrea gasped as she found Prowl standing outside, in holoform, in the middle of a thunderstorm, head tilted back, eyes closed, and arms outstretched. Thunder cracked overhead, and lightning flashed in the distance, causing Andrea to jump in fright. She raced outside, shivering as the cool spring rain pelted her, grabbing hold of Prowl’s arm and tugging hard.

"Prowl, come inside now," Andrea ordered. "It’s dangerous to be out here. Even if you are a Cybertronian, I bet lightning has the potential to kill you."

Prowl remained silent and allowed himself to be led back into the base.

"What were you doing out there?" Andrea inquired.

"I wanted to test out my holoform in the rain," Prowl answered. "Human bodies…are so sensitive and delicate. The rain felt…amazing…"

"Well…in the future don’t test your holoform out in lightning," Andrea growled.

"I’m sorry I frightened you," Prowl murmured, hugging Andrea close.

Andrea smiled and blushed from the warm contact. "It’s all right." She shivered and gazed into Prowl’s blue eyes, threading her fingers through his long, drenched ebony hair. "I’m soaking wet because of you. Have a way to remedy that?"

"I believe I do," Prowl chuckled, dipping his head to her neck, nuzzling aside strands of wet, blonde hair, tracing his lips over her flushed skin.

"P--Prowl," Andrea gasped, quivering as heat emitted from Prowl, warming her damp body.

"All these wet clothes could prove hazardous to your health," Prowl chuckled, sliding his hand underneath the woman’s shirt, mapping out her back. "I suggest they be removed…immediately."

Andrea’s blush grew a deeper shade of red, and she broke free from Prowl, walking backwards towards the ninjabot’s room, beckoning for him to follow. "I couldn’t agree more."

Prowl strode after her, reaching out to playfully tug on her soaked top and jeans. Andrea laughed and quickly stripped down to her bra and panties, shivering from the intense, lustful stare Prowl was giving her.

"So beautiful," Prowl cooed, reaching around to unclasp Andrea’s bra. "I would like to see you…all of you…but only if you want to."

"Yes…I want that," Andrea cooed back, allowing Prowl to remove the bra and toss it aside, mewling as the ninjabot cupped and kneaded her soft breasts, fingers tweaking her dusky nubs. "Prowl…let me see you too."

The clothing on Prowl vanished, and Andrea gaped at his erect cock, tentatively running her fingers over the hard, heated flesh. Prowl hissed and released Andrea’s breasts, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her panties. He waited for her to nod in consent before pulling them down, hungrily taking in the sight of her pussy, fluid dribbling out and down the sides of her inner thighs. He pulled her back into a tight embrace, moaning as his erection rubbed over her taut belly and her breasts pressed against his chest. Tenderly, he kissed her neck and jaw, working his way to her mouth, moaning in appreciation as her lips parted, allowing him entrance. His tongue danced over hers until he reluctantly eased back, giving her a sly smirk as he snagged the back of her thighs and lifted her up, positioning her over his jutting cock. Andrea cried out and shuddered as the folds of her flesh were parted by Prowl’s cock, seeking out her slick entrance.

"Yes…please…take me," Andrea begged.

Prowl recaptured Andrea’s lips as he loosened his grip, causing the woman to sink down, eliciting a muffled scream from her as she was gradually impaled. Breaking the kiss, Andrea threw her head back and moaned wantonly as she was slowly lifted and then lowered, clit grazing over the muscles on Prowl’s abdomen. The ninjabot was lost in bliss as well. Skin on skin contact felt amazing, and the sensation of it nearly made Prowl’s legs buckle. Regaining his composure, Prowl attacked the exposed skin of Andrea’s neck, sucking and kissing, leaving behind purple welts.

"Prowl! I’m…I’m…going…" Andrea whimpered, unable to finish as pleasure overwhelmed her body.

"Yeah…that’s it," Prowl cooed, increasing the tempo of his hips. "Loose control for me. Let me hear you, Andrea." He gritted his teeth as the tingling pressure in his groin grew close to exploding. "Ungh! Andrea!" He rained kisses over her mouth. "I love you! Love you…Andrea!"

Andrea cried out as hot fluid flooded her passage, and she clawed at Prowl’s shoulders as her body was overtaken by violent spasms. "Love you…Prowl."

"Hmm…maybe I should stand out in the rain more often," Prowl panted.

Andrea gave the ninjabot a playful smack on the shoulder.

Title: Rev it Up
Pairing: Andrea/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: het, human/alt-mode interaction, kink
Summary: (AU) Prowl has his engine blown away…

"I’m not so sure about this," Prowl muttered.

The ninjabot was currently in his alt-mode, form shivering as Andrea, only wearing a red silk robe, kneeled beside him and prodded his hubcap. The robe clung loosely to her shoulders, exposing a small portion of her breasts, and the material parted lower, giving him a teasing view of her creamy thighs. His engine idled from the sight.

"We don’t have to…if you’re uncomfortable," Andrea murmured, caressing Prowl’s front wheel.

"No, no, this is just…different," Prowl stated. "I never expected you to be so attracted to my alt-mode." He gulped as her other hand slowly pumped his handlebar. "I…want this to be good for you."

"I’m sure it will be," Andrea chuckled, standing up, "and I hope it’s good for you too."

Prowl’s entire frame heated up, and his engine revved in anticipation as Andrea let the robe slip from her body, pooling around her feet, leaving her naked form exposed. His engine revved even louder as Andrea straddled him, cunt grinding against his leather seat. The heat and vibration made Andrea cry out, and she propped her head on Prowl’s dash, swaying breasts rubbing over the glass, holding onto his handlebars for dear life as heat pooled in her groin.

"Like that?" Prowl growled, revving even harder.

He really didn’t need to ask. Her erect nipples, swollen clit, and wet petals of flesh were proof enough of her arousal.

"Yes…God…yes!" Andrea whined. "Prowl! Oh…oh…God! I’m close! I’m close! Please! Prowl!"

Her erotic cries, her aroused scent, and her naked flesh thrusting over his leather seating drove him insane with lust. His tires spun and squealed against the ground, smoke billowing from beneath. His engine radiated near scalding heat, cylinders pumping so hard it felt like they would burst through his frame. He extended an arm, servo wrapping over Andrea’s back, fingers caressing her sweat drenched body as he pressed her harder on his leather seating. A mantra of "Prowl!", "God!", "Yes! Yes! Please more!", "I love you!" from Andrea echoed throughout the room as she climaxed. White hot bliss quickly followed for Prowl, and he felt something in his engine blow out, entire frame sagging to the ground as smoke seeped out his sides.

"Prowl?! Oh, God, Prowl are you injured?!" Andrea screamed, lost in panic from the sight of her lover shivering with smoke flying out his seams.

"No…no…don’t worry," Prowl muttered, feeling very drowsy. "I…I…just need…to recharge. I’ll…be…fine. Just…need…to…nnnn…."

Andrea let out a shaky laugh as Prowl started snoring and the smoke died down.

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