Fic: Triple Loop, Chromia/Moonracer/Firestar PWP
Uh, wow. It's been quite a while since I wrote anything porny. Guess that muse decided it wanted another go-round.
Title: Triple Loop
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: G1
Characters/Pairings: Chromia/Moonracer, Chromia/Moonracer/Firestar
Contains: Self bondage, threesome, sticky, femmeslash
Summary: Moonracer likes tying herself up. She also likes surprising her teammates.
Notes: This story uses the idea that mechs and femmes have the same hardware, i.e., both a spike and a valve.
Wax was a rare commodity, but Moonracer cleaned herself up as best she could before returning to the quarters she shared with Firestar. Chromia and Firestar often returned together after their shared patrol runs, Chromia sometimes staying all night. Not knowing if it would be one or both of them who returned to find her only added to the excitement.
She stepped into the harness she'd borrowed just for today, cinching the strap tight around her waist. Leaving the cap over her spike housing in place, she manually opened her port cover, swirling a finger around the rim, then rubbing briefly at the sensor node in front of it. She grabbed the narrow strap that dangled off the front of the harness, passing it between her legs and clipping it into place at the back before pulling it tight. She squirmed, as much to feel it rubbing up against her port as to settle it into place. The wide portion at the front pressed tightly over her spike cap, covering it completely. She twisted a small dial set into the front, hissing in pleasure as it turned on a low-level electrical current. It was a barely felt prickle against her regular plating, a stronger tingling against her bare port. Her systems became to hum with the first levels of excitement. The current wasn't strong enough to arouse her much more than that.
That done, she gathered the rest of her supplies and knelt on her berth facing the door. She started by winding a long length of strong synthetic cord around her leg, binding her upper thigh and lower leg together. Every tug sent a slight shifting through her torso and caused a minute surge in the electrical charge against her port. She repeated the process on the other leg so she was forced to remain in her kneeling position, held securely on display for whoever next walked in the door. She arched, tilting her head back and grinding her hips into the harness. She traced light fingers up from her knee joints, along the top of her thighs to the junction of her hips. She traced that joint in her armor all the way back to her rear, over her hip panels on the way to the front again, then trailing all four fingers of each hand up her torso. Her thumbs traced the ridge at the bottom of her chest plating and up over the bright red symbol. She grabbed at the decorative horns jutting proudly from her shoulders, squeezing firmly, letting go to tease along the contours, squeezing down again. Skipping her neck and face entirely, she ran her hands over the curves and dips of her helm before finally lowering them back to her sides. Her vents alll opened abruptly to release a satisfied sigh.
The vocalizer silencer - really intended to keep prisoners quiet, not that they'd had any prisoners in vorns upon vorns - went around her throat. She opened her mouth and wound more cord between her teeth and around the smooth curve of her helm. Lastly, she tied her wrists together, behind her back, so she couldn't touch herself or adjust the setting on the harness. That part was a bit tricky, but she'd had practice.
Elita taking some personal time in her own quarters, and the rest of her team was watching the monitors in their work room. They were only a comm call away should something arise. Moonracer settled in to wait.
-
Moonracer had tried to time things so that she wouldn't be left for too long before Chromia and Firestar returned from their patrol. Still, it certainly felt like it took a minor eternity before the door slid open. Chromia stepped in, immediately spotting Moonracer. Her optics flared briefly in surprise. The door slid shut behind her. Moonracer drank in the sight of her hungrily, squirming in her self-inflicted bonds. Chromia obviously hadn't yet taken time to clean up, the oil and grime smudging her plating visible even across the room. Chromia remained where she was, hands on her hips and mouth holding itself in a stern line. Moonracer tilted her head and arched her back, meeting Chromia stare for hungry stare. Finally, Chroma's lips stretched into a promising smile. "Was this little surprise meant for me or Firestar?"
Moonracer cheated, using her comm. /Either of you. Both. Touch me already!/
Chromia laughed. It was a rusty, hearty sound. "Firestar wanted to clean up, so you get just me for now." She crossed the room and tapped Moonracer smartly on her helm, over her communication array. "No more of that from you."
Moonracer endeavored to make herself look innocent. She wasn't very successful; the steady tingling in her port had gone from exciting to maddening halfway through her wait, and she wanted more. Right now.
Chromia's hands landed on her shoulders, from there trailing down her body to settle at her waist. Her thumbs ran along the harness, back and forth, slowly. Moonracer could feel the power held in those hands and yet they were gentle. She bucked her hips. She didn't want gentle. Instead of tightening her hold, Chromia leaned in and planted a sharp little nip on Moonracer's upper lip. With the cords between her teeth Moonracer couldn't kiss back, and the silencer kept her from moaning. Her vents opened further, increasing the noise of their panting. Chromia nipped her again, on the lower lip this time. It stung. Moonracer tilted her head to give better access. Chromia growled and began planting aggressive nips, licks, and kisses all across Moonracer's face, following the line of the cords, over her cheeks and down along her jaw and chin. A cool, stringing trail was left in the path of her mouth. Moonracer leaned into the touches, panting heavily, doing her best to encourage more.
Chromia pulled abruptly away. Moonracer nearly lost her balance trying to follow, brightening optics that had fallen to a dim glow. Chromia climbed decisively onto the berth, sliding around to kneel behind Moonracer. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her and then settling her again so that she was straddling Chromia's lap with her knees touching the berth on either side of Chromia's legs, one of Chromia's arms holding Moonracer's upper back flush against tough blue plating. Her feet didn't quite reach the berth, but this position put her bound hands in prime position to grope freely at Chromia's pelvic plate. She took immediate advantage.
Chromia spread her knees, forcing Moonracer's legs further apart. One arm still holding Moonracer's upper body firmly in place, the other slipped between her legs to circle the rim of her port, playing with the strap pressed tightly against it. Moonracer arched, rolling her hips in as enthusiastic of a response as she could manage. She found Chromia's spike cover and began alternately pressing at it and squeezing the surrounding plating. One of Chromia's fingers slipped beneath the strap, dipping into her port only to the first joint. She worked her hips but Chromia followed her movements, her finger never going any deeper. Then Chromia's thumb found the sensor cluster in front of Moonracer's valve. It slid over-top the strap of the harness and pressed down. The unchanging tingle of electricity suddenly heightened, sending a jolt straight into the cluster. Moonracer tossed her head, writhing, trying to cry out. Chromia laughed again, huskier this time. "I like this little idea of yours," she said, right next to Moonracer's audio. Moonracer pressed her fingers hard against Chromia's spike cover in response. "Not yet," stated Chromia. Her hips shifted up towards Moonracer's hands all the same.
The finger in her port began to move, rubbing against the walls of her entrance but still not sliding in any deeper. The licks and nipping kisses returned, this time against the back and sides of her helm. Chromia's thumb pressed the strap against the nerve cluster again. Moonracer began to squirm in earnest, rubbing her head against Chromia in an effort to dislodge the cords around her mouth.
"No!" barked Chromia, and Moonracer froze. Chromia lowered her voice, returning it to it's husky, growling bedroom tone. "Don't you want Firestar to see you, too?" Moonracer paused, debating, but nodded. "Good."
There wasn't much room between their bodies, and with her hands tied it was hard to maneuver them, but Moonracer managed to shift so that she had the heel of her palm pressed against Chromia's spike housing and was free to slide her fingers further between her legs, searching out her valve. When she found it, Chromia groaned. Both the valve and the spike housing spiraled open, spike thumping against the heel of her palm. She shifted the palm of her hand to rub the tip of the spike and curled one finger over the rim of the valve, pressing in eagerly. Chromia groaned again. She let go of Moonracer's waist. Her hand wormed itself between their bodies, fiddling with the straps of the harness. The tight line of electric tingling between her legs lessened as the strap was loosened ever so slightly, though not enough to allow her trapped spike any freedom. Moonracer whined silently in protest, squirming again.
"Stop that," Chromia grunted, pulling Moonracer's hands up from between her legs. Her spike, no longer trapped, expanded to its full length and thumped against Moonracer's backside. Moonracer shifted her hips down to meet it, in the process brushing the electrified strap against the spike. "Primus!" Chromia shouted, latching on to Moonracer's hips with both hands so she could grind violently against both Moonracer and the cord. She got herself under control again a moment later, but Moonracer could feel the tremors that hadn't been there moments before.
Chromia found Moonracer's valve again and tugged the strap to the side, lifting Moonracer by the waist and guiding her into position. The tip of her spike pressed against her valve entrance. Chromia held her there until Moonracer scratched hard at the torso plating under her hands. Slowly, the spike began to stretch her. The moment the head had sunk fully inside, it stopped again. Moonracer attempted to hold herself still this time, fingers flexing. Her knees were designed to be able to hold this kind of position indefinitely, but her personality did not agree with long waits once her goal was in sight. Chromia's grip shifted slightly, the only warning before she pushed the rest of the way in in one swift stroke. Moonracer's optics nearly offlined in sheer bliss.
At that moment, the door opened again.
"Look at what was waiting for us," Chromia purred to the red figure who walked in.
Unlike Chromia, Firestar barely paused before a brilliant smile spread across her face. In moments, she was across the room. She straddled them both without hesitation, keeping her knees bent so she could bear most of her own weight instead of putting added pressure on Moonracer's own still-bound legs. She began running her hands over them both, planting almost frantic kisses over Moonracer's face. Firestar was one of the only people Moonracer had ever shared a berth with who was even more active than herself. Red fingers tugged at the cords around her mouth, pulling them free, and Moonracer was finally able to kiss back, which she did with gusto. Being sandwhiched between the two of them felt almost as deliciously movement imparing as being tied up.
"I want to keep it," Firestar declared. Chromia hummed in agreement.
Firestar ground her still-closed spike cover against Moonracer's front, just over the spot where the strap covered her own spike. Moonracer didn't even realize what the hand that was trailing down the front of her torso was up to until Firestar upped the electrical output on the harness. Chromia cried out, Moonracer's mouth opening in silent echo.
Chromia began thrusting, finally. Moonracer's hips twisted down in time with her, vents wide open and gasping. Firestar pulled away just enough to slide her hand down where Chromia's had been, pressing the strap against the sensor cluster. Moonracer jerked, barely noticing Firestar's bare valve grinding against her thigh. She tried to put her feet down to provide herself with better leverage, but the cords prevented that, heightening her arousal even more. All of a sudden she was close, so close. Her hands twisted, straining against the rope, fingers digging hard into Chromia's torso. Chromia's steady pace continued, strong, unrelenting, every inward thrust adding to the warmth that was pooling around her valve. Another thrust, and her valve began to tighten, and again... Firestar pressed down hard right in time with one of Chromia's thrusts, and Moonracer's entire body seemed to spasm, warmth flooding through her. Firestar and Chromia held her still as her hips worked themselves against Firestar's hand, on Chromia's spike.
When the spasms passed she slumped limply between them. Firestar had shut off the current through the harness. Chromia had stopped thrusting, but she hadn't overloaded, her spike still full and hard inside Moonracer's valve.
"I loved your surprise," Firestar told her, removing the silencer.
"What are you doing that for?" Chromia grunted, "we're not even close to done."
"Of course not," Firestar returned lightly, "but I want to hear her this time."
Moonracer wiggled her hips just to hear Chromia's hiss. "That's just fine with me."
Title: Triple Loop
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: G1
Characters/Pairings: Chromia/Moonracer, Chromia/Moonracer/Firestar
Contains: Self bondage, threesome, sticky, femmeslash
Summary: Moonracer likes tying herself up. She also likes surprising her teammates.
Notes: This story uses the idea that mechs and femmes have the same hardware, i.e., both a spike and a valve.
Wax was a rare commodity, but Moonracer cleaned herself up as best she could before returning to the quarters she shared with Firestar. Chromia and Firestar often returned together after their shared patrol runs, Chromia sometimes staying all night. Not knowing if it would be one or both of them who returned to find her only added to the excitement.
She stepped into the harness she'd borrowed just for today, cinching the strap tight around her waist. Leaving the cap over her spike housing in place, she manually opened her port cover, swirling a finger around the rim, then rubbing briefly at the sensor node in front of it. She grabbed the narrow strap that dangled off the front of the harness, passing it between her legs and clipping it into place at the back before pulling it tight. She squirmed, as much to feel it rubbing up against her port as to settle it into place. The wide portion at the front pressed tightly over her spike cap, covering it completely. She twisted a small dial set into the front, hissing in pleasure as it turned on a low-level electrical current. It was a barely felt prickle against her regular plating, a stronger tingling against her bare port. Her systems became to hum with the first levels of excitement. The current wasn't strong enough to arouse her much more than that.
That done, she gathered the rest of her supplies and knelt on her berth facing the door. She started by winding a long length of strong synthetic cord around her leg, binding her upper thigh and lower leg together. Every tug sent a slight shifting through her torso and caused a minute surge in the electrical charge against her port. She repeated the process on the other leg so she was forced to remain in her kneeling position, held securely on display for whoever next walked in the door. She arched, tilting her head back and grinding her hips into the harness. She traced light fingers up from her knee joints, along the top of her thighs to the junction of her hips. She traced that joint in her armor all the way back to her rear, over her hip panels on the way to the front again, then trailing all four fingers of each hand up her torso. Her thumbs traced the ridge at the bottom of her chest plating and up over the bright red symbol. She grabbed at the decorative horns jutting proudly from her shoulders, squeezing firmly, letting go to tease along the contours, squeezing down again. Skipping her neck and face entirely, she ran her hands over the curves and dips of her helm before finally lowering them back to her sides. Her vents alll opened abruptly to release a satisfied sigh.
The vocalizer silencer - really intended to keep prisoners quiet, not that they'd had any prisoners in vorns upon vorns - went around her throat. She opened her mouth and wound more cord between her teeth and around the smooth curve of her helm. Lastly, she tied her wrists together, behind her back, so she couldn't touch herself or adjust the setting on the harness. That part was a bit tricky, but she'd had practice.
Elita taking some personal time in her own quarters, and the rest of her team was watching the monitors in their work room. They were only a comm call away should something arise. Moonracer settled in to wait.
-
Moonracer had tried to time things so that she wouldn't be left for too long before Chromia and Firestar returned from their patrol. Still, it certainly felt like it took a minor eternity before the door slid open. Chromia stepped in, immediately spotting Moonracer. Her optics flared briefly in surprise. The door slid shut behind her. Moonracer drank in the sight of her hungrily, squirming in her self-inflicted bonds. Chromia obviously hadn't yet taken time to clean up, the oil and grime smudging her plating visible even across the room. Chromia remained where she was, hands on her hips and mouth holding itself in a stern line. Moonracer tilted her head and arched her back, meeting Chromia stare for hungry stare. Finally, Chroma's lips stretched into a promising smile. "Was this little surprise meant for me or Firestar?"
Moonracer cheated, using her comm. /Either of you. Both. Touch me already!/
Chromia laughed. It was a rusty, hearty sound. "Firestar wanted to clean up, so you get just me for now." She crossed the room and tapped Moonracer smartly on her helm, over her communication array. "No more of that from you."
Moonracer endeavored to make herself look innocent. She wasn't very successful; the steady tingling in her port had gone from exciting to maddening halfway through her wait, and she wanted more. Right now.
Chromia's hands landed on her shoulders, from there trailing down her body to settle at her waist. Her thumbs ran along the harness, back and forth, slowly. Moonracer could feel the power held in those hands and yet they were gentle. She bucked her hips. She didn't want gentle. Instead of tightening her hold, Chromia leaned in and planted a sharp little nip on Moonracer's upper lip. With the cords between her teeth Moonracer couldn't kiss back, and the silencer kept her from moaning. Her vents opened further, increasing the noise of their panting. Chromia nipped her again, on the lower lip this time. It stung. Moonracer tilted her head to give better access. Chromia growled and began planting aggressive nips, licks, and kisses all across Moonracer's face, following the line of the cords, over her cheeks and down along her jaw and chin. A cool, stringing trail was left in the path of her mouth. Moonracer leaned into the touches, panting heavily, doing her best to encourage more.
Chromia pulled abruptly away. Moonracer nearly lost her balance trying to follow, brightening optics that had fallen to a dim glow. Chromia climbed decisively onto the berth, sliding around to kneel behind Moonracer. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her and then settling her again so that she was straddling Chromia's lap with her knees touching the berth on either side of Chromia's legs, one of Chromia's arms holding Moonracer's upper back flush against tough blue plating. Her feet didn't quite reach the berth, but this position put her bound hands in prime position to grope freely at Chromia's pelvic plate. She took immediate advantage.
Chromia spread her knees, forcing Moonracer's legs further apart. One arm still holding Moonracer's upper body firmly in place, the other slipped between her legs to circle the rim of her port, playing with the strap pressed tightly against it. Moonracer arched, rolling her hips in as enthusiastic of a response as she could manage. She found Chromia's spike cover and began alternately pressing at it and squeezing the surrounding plating. One of Chromia's fingers slipped beneath the strap, dipping into her port only to the first joint. She worked her hips but Chromia followed her movements, her finger never going any deeper. Then Chromia's thumb found the sensor cluster in front of Moonracer's valve. It slid over-top the strap of the harness and pressed down. The unchanging tingle of electricity suddenly heightened, sending a jolt straight into the cluster. Moonracer tossed her head, writhing, trying to cry out. Chromia laughed again, huskier this time. "I like this little idea of yours," she said, right next to Moonracer's audio. Moonracer pressed her fingers hard against Chromia's spike cover in response. "Not yet," stated Chromia. Her hips shifted up towards Moonracer's hands all the same.
The finger in her port began to move, rubbing against the walls of her entrance but still not sliding in any deeper. The licks and nipping kisses returned, this time against the back and sides of her helm. Chromia's thumb pressed the strap against the nerve cluster again. Moonracer began to squirm in earnest, rubbing her head against Chromia in an effort to dislodge the cords around her mouth.
"No!" barked Chromia, and Moonracer froze. Chromia lowered her voice, returning it to it's husky, growling bedroom tone. "Don't you want Firestar to see you, too?" Moonracer paused, debating, but nodded. "Good."
There wasn't much room between their bodies, and with her hands tied it was hard to maneuver them, but Moonracer managed to shift so that she had the heel of her palm pressed against Chromia's spike housing and was free to slide her fingers further between her legs, searching out her valve. When she found it, Chromia groaned. Both the valve and the spike housing spiraled open, spike thumping against the heel of her palm. She shifted the palm of her hand to rub the tip of the spike and curled one finger over the rim of the valve, pressing in eagerly. Chromia groaned again. She let go of Moonracer's waist. Her hand wormed itself between their bodies, fiddling with the straps of the harness. The tight line of electric tingling between her legs lessened as the strap was loosened ever so slightly, though not enough to allow her trapped spike any freedom. Moonracer whined silently in protest, squirming again.
"Stop that," Chromia grunted, pulling Moonracer's hands up from between her legs. Her spike, no longer trapped, expanded to its full length and thumped against Moonracer's backside. Moonracer shifted her hips down to meet it, in the process brushing the electrified strap against the spike. "Primus!" Chromia shouted, latching on to Moonracer's hips with both hands so she could grind violently against both Moonracer and the cord. She got herself under control again a moment later, but Moonracer could feel the tremors that hadn't been there moments before.
Chromia found Moonracer's valve again and tugged the strap to the side, lifting Moonracer by the waist and guiding her into position. The tip of her spike pressed against her valve entrance. Chromia held her there until Moonracer scratched hard at the torso plating under her hands. Slowly, the spike began to stretch her. The moment the head had sunk fully inside, it stopped again. Moonracer attempted to hold herself still this time, fingers flexing. Her knees were designed to be able to hold this kind of position indefinitely, but her personality did not agree with long waits once her goal was in sight. Chromia's grip shifted slightly, the only warning before she pushed the rest of the way in in one swift stroke. Moonracer's optics nearly offlined in sheer bliss.
At that moment, the door opened again.
"Look at what was waiting for us," Chromia purred to the red figure who walked in.
Unlike Chromia, Firestar barely paused before a brilliant smile spread across her face. In moments, she was across the room. She straddled them both without hesitation, keeping her knees bent so she could bear most of her own weight instead of putting added pressure on Moonracer's own still-bound legs. She began running her hands over them both, planting almost frantic kisses over Moonracer's face. Firestar was one of the only people Moonracer had ever shared a berth with who was even more active than herself. Red fingers tugged at the cords around her mouth, pulling them free, and Moonracer was finally able to kiss back, which she did with gusto. Being sandwhiched between the two of them felt almost as deliciously movement imparing as being tied up.
"I want to keep it," Firestar declared. Chromia hummed in agreement.
Firestar ground her still-closed spike cover against Moonracer's front, just over the spot where the strap covered her own spike. Moonracer didn't even realize what the hand that was trailing down the front of her torso was up to until Firestar upped the electrical output on the harness. Chromia cried out, Moonracer's mouth opening in silent echo.
Chromia began thrusting, finally. Moonracer's hips twisted down in time with her, vents wide open and gasping. Firestar pulled away just enough to slide her hand down where Chromia's had been, pressing the strap against the sensor cluster. Moonracer jerked, barely noticing Firestar's bare valve grinding against her thigh. She tried to put her feet down to provide herself with better leverage, but the cords prevented that, heightening her arousal even more. All of a sudden she was close, so close. Her hands twisted, straining against the rope, fingers digging hard into Chromia's torso. Chromia's steady pace continued, strong, unrelenting, every inward thrust adding to the warmth that was pooling around her valve. Another thrust, and her valve began to tighten, and again... Firestar pressed down hard right in time with one of Chromia's thrusts, and Moonracer's entire body seemed to spasm, warmth flooding through her. Firestar and Chromia held her still as her hips worked themselves against Firestar's hand, on Chromia's spike.
When the spasms passed she slumped limply between them. Firestar had shut off the current through the harness. Chromia had stopped thrusting, but she hadn't overloaded, her spike still full and hard inside Moonracer's valve.
"I loved your surprise," Firestar told her, removing the silencer.
"What are you doing that for?" Chromia grunted, "we're not even close to done."
"Of course not," Firestar returned lightly, "but I want to hear her this time."
Moonracer wiggled her hips just to hear Chromia's hiss. "That's just fine with me."