Escape to a New Life | By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Escape to a New Life
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl/Blitzwing
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crack! fic, crack! pairing, anal, DP, oral, PWP, rimming, slash, sticky, threesome
Summary: (AU) Prowl never makes it to Yoketron during his draft dodging, and instead escapes…into another mech’s clutches.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Written for lycohoney. Sorry, I fail at writing out German accents. Not even going to attempt it.
Prowl sighed as he stared down at his cube of energon. He had managed to elude the Elite Guard, made it into Neutral territory, and was now relaxing in a bar. His joy was short lived when reality came crashing down on him. He was a defector and low on credits. His depressing thoughts were interrupted when the bartender placed a large cube of energon in front of him.
“N--No, I didn’t order this,” Prowl stammered.
“Courtesy of the two mechs in the corner,” the bartender stated, pointing behind the ninjabot.
Prowl turned around and fought to keep his spark from beating out of his chassis. Located outside a private booth in the back, were two large mechs. One was black and green, face ashen white with black markings, and the other was a mix of gray and purple, faces switching from calm, frustrated, and goofy. He quickly turned back around. The last thing he needed to do was attract the attention of unsavory company. He hoped his brush off would send the mechs a message that he had no interest in them. It didn’t work. The ninjabot tensed in his seat as the black and green mech sat to his right and the gray and purple mech sat to his left.
“Evenin’ there, darlin’,” Lockdown murmured. “What’s a gorgeous bot like yourself doing all alone?”
“None of your business,” Prowl growled. “Leave me in peace.”
“Watch your slaggin’ tone!” one of the gray and purple mech’s faces yelled. The red face quickly switched to the face with a toothy grin. “Oh! He’s so feisty! I think I’m in love!”
“You’ll have to excuse my friend,” Lockdown sighed. “He has a personality issue.”
“I don’t care!” Prowl snapped. “I wish to be left alone!”
“Now, now, don’t be that way,” Lockdown chuckled. “My friend and I aren’t the only ones in this bar watching you. I can assure you that our intentions are probably the purest, Prowl.”
Under his visor, his optics widened and a droplet of condensation trickled down his brow. “How did you…”
He was interrupted by the gray and purple mech’s servo shoving into his face, a small hologram flickering above it, showing Prowl’s face and a credit amount below it. A bounty had been placed on him. Prowl shook hard and tried to jump out of his seat, but the green and black mech caught him, pushing him back down.
“Easy, kid, we’re not interested in the bounty,” the large mech stated.
“We have a proposition for you,” the calm mech murmured.
Prowl let out a shaky intake. “I suppose I don’t have a choice but to listen.”
“Afraid not, darlin’,” the green and black mech laughed. “I’m Lockdown, and my pal here is called Blitzwing.”
The cool demeanor side stated, “Although some have nicknamed me Icy.” The calm persona changed to a more aggressive one. “Hothead.” The red face quickly transformed to the goofy persona. “Random.”
“Come and sit with us,” Lockdown cooed, standing up and grasping Prowl’s servo, tugging gently.
Blitzwing wrapped his arm around Prowl’s waist, causing the ninjabot to tense up. “We promise not to bite.”
Prowl couldn’t contain his nervousness, trembling violently as the two mechs guided him back to the booth. Each mech took a seat beside Prowl, trapping him in the booth. Blitzwing offered the ninjabot a cube of energon, and Prowl shook his helm in refusal. The triple changer chuckled and downed it himself. Lockdown laughed and wrapped his arm over Prowl’s shoulder. “You impress me, kid. You must have some skills managing to elude the Elite Guard. I could use skills like those, and since you’re dodging the draft…I’m guessing you could use a job.”
Prowl perked up at that statement. “What…sort of job?”
“Bounty hunter,” Lockdown answered.
“What?!” Prowl balked. “Are you glitched?! I have no interest in that! Besides, you seem to have a partner.”
Random chuckled out, “ Who? Me? Haha! Not anymore.” Icy took over. “I have grown tired of this Neutral lifestyle. My calling…is elsewhere.” Hothead took over then. “And I’ve grown sick and tired of being cooped up with this annoying slaghead!”
Lockdown rolled his optics and ignored Hothead. “C’mon, kid, what’s so bad about being a bounty hunter? It pays great and you get to see the universe. Haven’t you ever wanted to see the universe?” He smirked as Prowl became lost in thought, obviously becoming tempted by the offer. “Besides…what else do you have going for you? You might find odd jobs here and there, but there’s always a risk some bot will turn you over to the Elite Guard to get that bounty.”
“And what about you?” Prowl growled.
Lockdown snorted. “As long as my partners are loyal to me, I’m loyal to them.”
“It’s true,” Random snickered. “I once got both my arms and legs blown off and Locky took good care of me. He replaced all the parts and stayed by my side until I was at full strength again. He even fed me energon while I was stuck on the berth. Locky can be such a sweetie!”
Lockdown’s cheeks grew flushed, and he snarled, “Shut up, Blitzwing! I told you to never mention that to anyone!”
Hothead snarled back, “And what are you going to do about it?!” Random switched in and giggled manically. “Oh! Oh! Are you going to punish me with a spanking? I love it when you spank me, Locky.” Icy switched over. “Calm down, my friend. I’m merely trying to earn some trust with our companion.”
Prowl smirked as the two mechs continued arguing. Lockdown’s words rang true. There was nothing better for him at the moment, and with the current bounty on his helm, he needed protection.
“All right,” Prowl stated.
Lockdown fell silent for a moment. “All right?”
“I’ll join up with you,” Prowl said.
“Wonderful! Locky has a new partner!” Random beamed in joy. “Let’s drink!”
Cubes after cubes of energon were placed in front of Prowl, and against his better judgment, he drank them down, becoming more and more tipsy as did the other two mechs. Lockdown and Blitzwing snuggled closer to him, servos rubbing up and down his thighs. The wandering servos dipped between his legs, cupping and pawing at his groin.
“Ah…you’re trying to take advantage of me,” Prowl whimpered, shoving at the questing servos. “You’re using me!”
“No,” Lockdown growled, grabbing Prowl’s chin, forcing the ninjabot to look in his optics. “You’re my…new partner. You’re mine.”
Prowl gasped as Lockdown’s lips slammed over his mouth. This was wrong. This was a bad idea. Prowl’s processor reeled in those thoughts through the haze of lust and energon. He had forgotten how good it felt to be touched and kissed, and rather than give in to his sensible side, he let lust take over. The ninjabot deepened the kiss, glossa sliding into Lockdown’s mouth, tasting energon and the bounty hunter’s own unique flavor. Something wet and cold splashed over his groin, eliciting a shocked cry from the ninjabot.
“Oopsy,” Random giggled. “I’ve spilled energon all over you. I’ll clean it up.”
Prowl gaped and stuttered as Blitzwing slid under the table. “W--What are you doing?! So--Someone might see!”
“Shh,” Lockdown cooed. “This is a private booth. No one will bother us.”
Prowl jolted as Blitzwing’s glossa teased his hip seam. “Open, open, open.” The chant continued until the ninjabot’s plating slid away. “Ooh…such a nice plug…so delicious looking.” Random licked over the leaking slit, causing Prowl to whimper. “Hmm…yummy, and you’re cute little port looks even more scrumptious.”
The triple changer spread apart Prowl’s legs and delved his glossa between them. Prowl slapped his servo over his mouth, stifling his pleasured scream. Lockdown caught one of his trembling legs, lifting it to give Blitzwing better access to his aft. Prowl felt Lockdown’s chassis rumble from a husky moan. The bounty hunter had freed his arousal and was rubbing it along Prowl’s thigh, leaving a trail of glistening fluid. The ninjabot curiously brushed his fingers over the large length, causing Lockdown to shudder and murmur in approval.
“Kid…darlin’…I want you…want your pretty aft,” Lockdown huskily growled.
“I--I haven’t interfaced in so long,” Prowl whimpered. “Over a million years have passed.
Blitzwing grinned up at Prowl. “Then we’ll be gentle…”
“We promise,” Lockdown finished.
The bounty hunter and triple changer gently lifted Prowl from his seat and laid him out on the table. The two mechs nibbled and licked their way down Prowl’s body, stopping to lap and suck on his plug and port. There were patrons only a few feet away, and he was letting two mechs he had just met suck him off. He felt filthy, exhilarated, and painfully aroused. He bit down into his bottom lip as a finger gently eased into his port. Another digit soon joined it, scissoring the tight passage. Minutes passed before the two larger mechs pulled away.
“Ready darlin’?” Lockdown murmured, massaging Prowl’s thighs as he positioned himself between the ninjabot’s legs.
“S--Slow!” Prowl stammered, panicking slightly as he watched Lockdown’s large plug being guided toward his port.
“Relax…don’t tense up,” Icy cooed, snuggling against Prowl’s side.
Blitzwing pressed his mouth over Prowl’s lips as Lockdown slowly pushed forward. The ninjabot’s pained cry was drowned out by the triple changer’s mouth. Lockdown instantly stilled, allowing Prowl time to adjust to his girth. Breaking the kiss, Blitzwing nibbled Prowl’s chin as he pumped the ninjabot’s shaft.
“Okay there, darlin’?” Lockdown asked, leaning over to place a tender kiss on Prowl’s chassis.
“Feels…better,” Prowl panted. “More.”
Prowl let out a soft cry as Lockdown pushed further in and pulled out, carefully thrusting into the ninjabot’s delicate port. The ninjabot reached out for Lockdown, and the bounty hunter eagerly leaned into the embrace, capturing Prowl’s lips in a passionate kiss. The table creaked as Lockdown picked up the speed of his thrusting hips. Blitzwing also increased the tempo of his pumping servo, matching the bounty hunter’s rhythm.
“Please…please…please,” Prowl panted, not even certain what he was begging for.
“Such a lovely voice,” Icy mused. Hothead took over. “I want to hear him scream.” Random switched in. “Oh… but we can’t be too loud in here or we might attract an audience. I bet they’d love seeing Prowlie getting his aft rammed.”
Prowl’s face grew flushed, and he became mortified at the thought of someone watching them.
“Knock it off,” Lockdown snarled. “You’re killing the mood.” He smiled back down at Prowl. “Ignore that glitch.”
Random merely laughed and shrugged his shoulders. Lockdown resumed kissing Prowl as he slammed harder into the ninjabot. Both were soon letting out muffled wails as they overloaded.
“Oh…darlin’,” Lockdown panted, gently easing out.
“Lockdown,” Prowl moaned as the bounty hunter nuzzled him.
“Aw, how romantic,” Random giggled. “I want to play too. Can I? Can I?”
Lockdown sighed in agitation, “Your choice, kid.”
Prowl nodded and gasped in surprise as Blitzwing nearly knocked Lockdown off the table, mauling him with rough bite and kisses once the bounty hunter was out of the way. The triple changer rolled onto his back and positioned Prowl on top of his body, back facing the larger mech. The ninjabot gritted his dentals as Blitzwing slid inside him, pleasure coursing through his frame.
“Ah! Ah!” Random cried. “He’s so tight and soft and wet! Oh, I want to keep him!”
Lockdown chuckled darkly, “He’s mine, fragger.”
“Slagger!” Hothead hissed. Icy quickly took over. “Noted, Lockdown.”
“And what of my opinion?” Prowl chuckled.
“Noted,” Icy repeated, smirking wide.
Prowl huffed in frustration, which turned into a moan as Lockdown’s fingers teased his stretched port, slowly slipping inside. “Ah! Wh--What are you doing?!”
“Getting you ready…for both of us,” Lockdown murmured, adding another finger.
“B--Both of you?!” Prowl gasped. “You’re glitched! You’ll rip me apart!”
“Trust us,” Icy cooed. “We’ve been good to you so far right? We won’t harm you.”
Prowl gnawed on his lip, allowing Lockdown to continue stretching him. The discomfort gradually dulled, and Prowl was soon thrusting back on Blitzwing’s plug and Lockdown’s probing fingers. Prowl’s optics widened in fear as Lockdown pulled away, replacing his fingers with the blunt tip of his plug, slowly pushing. Burying his face into Lockdown’s neck, Prowl let out an agonized, muffled wail as the bounty hunter slid inside his body alongside Blitzwing. Tearing, burning agony spread though Prowl’s stretched port. The two larger mechs remained still, tenderly kissing and caressing the ninjabot’s body, desperately trying to soothe away the pain. The burning glide of two plugs entering him soon dissipated, replaced with an intense, pleasurable throbbing.
“M--Move,” Prowl commanded.
The ninjabot let out a blissful moan as the two larger mechs carefully rocked into him. Blitzwing nibbled and sucked on his fairings while Lockdown fondled his stiff plug and prodded at the seams of his chassis. Prowl cried out loudly from the sensations overwhelming him, no longer caring who heard him. Never, in all of his existence, had he experienced such pleasure. He wailed and writhed between the two mechs, cursing and begging for more. Lockdown and Blitzwing were soon violently slamming into Prowl’s aft, savoring how the ninjabot’s tight, silky body clenched around them. The table creaked and groaned under the abuse, and as the three mechs peaked, it collapsed beneath them, sending all three rolling to the floor in a satiated, happy heap.
“Hey! What in the pit is going on over there?!” the bartender shouted. “You’re paying for any damages!”
Prowl was too exhausted and sore to care that the bar’s patrons were staring over at them. His limbs were like putty, and he was unable to move. Lockdown quickly scooped him up and darted out of the bar alongside Blitzwing, ignoring the venomous curses from the bartender. As Prowl slowly drifted off into recharge, nestled in Lockdown’s arms, he wondered what type of future was in store for him. There was one thing he was certain of, though. It was going to be far from boring.
End
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