Sticky Response pt2
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Stories that were started here continue here.
FIC: Continuity - Title (optional) - Characters - brief Kink (please include the entire thing on every part you post and for every comment!) and put Ch# or Pt# at the end. Note any major squicks or kinks in the header as a courtesy to the ( Read more... )
The first thing out of Starscream's mouth once he returned was “I overloaded!” Skywarp and Thundercracker freaked out, asking how it was.
“Like dirt!”
A few long, explanation-filled hours later, the statement only made a little more sense. The basic message had been conveyed; touch your parts, it feels good, and soon we'll be unbeatable just like those Primus-forsaken Autobots. Thundercracker almost asked how orgasms were directly related to victory, but he simply didn't because time spent talking to Starscream was time that he didn't get to spend playing with his parts.
Skywarp and Thundercracker each found a little closet they could fit into to test our their equipment. Thundercracker emerged from his a few minutes later, tired and in a frighteningly good mood. Skywarp didn't come out for an hour. Later investigation found that Skywarp had warped out of the closet into another secluded area and proceeded to frig himself unconscious. They were onto something big here.
Word spread. The Coneheads found up via Skywarp. The Triple-Changers learned everything from Skywarp. Starscream bragged to the Combaticons, who told the Stunticons and the Constructicons in turn. Buzzsaw was in the repair bay at the time and overheard, and he relayed the message to Soundwave and the others. Finally, FINALLY, Soundwave told Megatron.
Megatron beat Starscream to an oily pulp for not telling him first.
Still, Megatron found this new knowledge appealing, and gave the Decepticons a very public, very humiliating order to masturbate as they saw fit. They were to report their habits after a week, when their productivity would be measured against their masturbation frequency.
When asked, none of them admitted to doing it. When mentally probed, they were all telling the truth. Even Megatron.
“We... are missing information,” Megatron pondered from his throne. Soundwave, every faithfully standing beside him, nodded. “Suggestions for acquiring said information.”
“Capture Autobot. Interrogate.”
“Yes, because that worked well the last time.” Megatron noted Soundwave's instinctive flinch and was mollified. “No. I have an unsettling feeling that the indirect approach will not work.”
“Your thoughts, O Mighty Megatron?”
The Mighty Megatron tented his fingers. “Prime is a soft-hearted fool. If we appeal to his strange Autobot compulsion to teach, we should be able to wring the information out of him.”
Soundwave nodded. “Understood. Request permission to act as Autobot ambassador.”
Megatron thought for a moment, picturing Soundwave succumbing to the incredible seductive powers of the Autobot Beachcomber as Starscream had. The idea left him thoroughly unsettled, even wrenching a strong shudder out of Megatron's spinal struts. Another shudder passed along his spinal struts at the thought of Soundwave volunteering for it, eagerly and willingly... “No, Soundwave. That will be unnecessary. I should offer myself.”
Soundwave did not respond in any fashion, alarming the warlord. He felt the need to validate his reasoning. “If any of you go, Prime will see it as an individual attempt at desertion. I must act as ambassador for all of the Decepticons.”
“Yes, sire.” Soundwave seemed happy with that response, which pleased Megatron, and no more was said.
Soothed, Megatron relaxed his hands and simply allowed his air vents to cycle, taking a small comfort in Soundwave's presence beside him. His ever-faithful soldier was always by his side, carefully guarding his back while other Decepticons were simply itching to shoot it. Soundwave was always a source of peace for Megatron, a soothing constant in his tumultuous world...
“Soundwave, I require your presence at the future meeting with Prime.”
“Understood, sir.”
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In an uncommon display of intelligence, the Autobots were there to meet him, guns drawn and aimed before he could even land. Smiling at the Decepticon-ish display of distrust, he raised his hands in surrender. Soundwave faithfully followed suit. “I come only to speak to Prime. The rest of you may leave.”
“I would prefer my men stay where I can see them.” It was an odd choice of words, as Prime stood in front of his men, but Megatron felt no need to ask. He lowered his hands, instead, attempting to look calm. “What is it you want?”
“Knowledge, Prime.” Megatron glanced sidelong at Soundwave before continuing. “We have recently made a few discoveries about our long-forgotten-” A barely detectable, but no less present hesitation. “- interfacing hardware. Our databanks are... lacking.”
Right on cue, Prime softened, his unreadable face softening upon Megatron's supposed admission of weakness. A few Autobots, mostly in the far back, lowered their weapons and began to whisper to each other. (“Megatron's a virgin” came up a few times, which nearly snapped Megatron's resolve.)
Optimus Prime stepped forward, coming into Megatron's personal space without so much as a warning gesture. Megatron stepped back in surprise; Optimus simply closed the gap. The warlord willed himself to stop as Prime stood close enough to make their energy fields crackle. “I'm honored, Megatron. This could be the beginning of a true understanding of our peoples.”
Megatron willed himself not to say “Um” or “Er” or any other placeholder syllable. “Yes.”
“Autobots, return to your posts and await my instructions.” Optimus stepped away, leaving Megatron to vent freely. “Gather a few of your Decepticons and meet me and my men at these coordinates.” Soundwave twitched slightly, signifying his receiving a message. “We shall spend the day together, and I'll teach you what I can. I hope to learn as much from you.”
With that, Optimus turned and retreated back within the ship. Megatron and Soundwave simply stood, flabbergasted.
“Permission to speak candidly, sire.”
“Permission granted.”
“Autobots are... weird.”
“Agreed.”
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Megatron chose Soundwave to be part of his entourage automatically, selecting two of the three triple-changers (Astrotrain and Blitzwing, who insisted on staying together) and the Coneheads to fill out his ranks. Soundwave stowed his Cassettes away somewhat secretly. Megatron approved of this decision and said nothing. The Cassettes would be useful for a distraction if anything messy arose.
The meeting place was a natural water spring, fed by a waterfall, deep in a nearly inaccessible area of a South American rainforest. The water was a satisfyingly blue hue, like the sky just before night. A quick sonic probe of the spring revealed it was deep enough to reach Megatron's waist, the bottom covered with a heavy layer of small pebbles and shells. Framed on two sides by cliff walls, the area gave off an aura of seclusion without being enclosed. Megatron found the strategic elements to his liking.
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“Eeew...” Astrotrain whimpered. “Gross...”
Blitzwing pulled a face. “Who knows what's been in that water...”
Jazz laughed. “Freshwater catfish and liiiitle bitty water beetles.”
“Yeah I'm going back to the ship bye.” Blitzwing had nearly turned all the way around before Megatron caught his wing in a tight grip.
“You are not to leave this area unless I command you to!” Megatron growled. “You have tolerated disgusting organic life before. You can do it now!”
“Stop being such a mechlette and get in the water!” Sideswipe grabbed Dirge by the wrist and pulled, dragging the Decepticon ankle-deep into the pool. Thrust and Ramjet laughed at Dirge's noise of discomfort, somewhere between a mournful sigh and a disgusted grunt.
“This wi-”
“Will all end in tears, we know,” Sunstreaker finished, taking Dirge by the aft and guiding him the rest of the way in. “We've heard it all before.”
Megatron nearly shrieked into Prime's audio receiver, “What are they doing?!”
“I have instructed my Autobots to treat your Decepticons no differently than they would treat each other,” Optimus answered simply. “I would hope you said the same.”
“... Decepticons, assemble!” Megatron huddled his remaining dry forces, Dirge splashing helplessly as the twins pulled him under the waterfall with Blaster. (“Oh Primus, it's muddy here!”) “As distasteful as this situation may seem, we must not allow them to see our discomfort. You are to allow the Autobots to play with you.”
“You've gone off the deep end, Megatron,” Astrotrain whispered.
“Silence!” Megatron clenched a threatening fist just withint Astrotrain's line of vision. “Once we harness the secrets of the Autobots, we will reduce them to a smear on the bottom of our feet! Proceed... and do it cheerfully.”
“Well, it can't be any worse than that big purple thing he tried to make last month,” Blitzwing commented. “Let's get this over with.”
Ramjet scowled. “I liked that purple thing.”
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Megatron looked over the rest of the day with a keen optic, aware of his morbid interest in seeing an Autobot interface in front of him. His disappointment grew as nothing happened. Ramjet and Thrust eventually joined Dirge in the pool; later, they and the Twins got into a play fight which culminated in a game named after a bird. The Autobots lost after Ramjet pointed out Jazz sneaking up behind the two Lamborghinis. They responded by jumping on Jazz's head. Ramjet and Thrust declared themselves the winners of the Battle of Autobot Chicken.
Megatron smiled. Small victories would suffice in a boring time such as this.
Those not playing “Autobot Chicken” were busy bathing themselves under the waterfall, Dirge teaching Ironhide proper shower procedure and water removal techniques. Ironhide simply couldn't shake his back fast enough to remove more than 30% of his surface liquids. Soundwave was-
Where was Soundwave?
“Soundwave!” Megatron barked, scaring Optimus Prime. “Report!”
“He's in the grotto with Blaster,” said Optimus. “They're watching the Cassettes play.”
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Blaster's Cassettes were preparing to interface, Eject climbing nimbly atop Rewind and parting his legs.
“Woah, sorry man,” Blaster said, causing Soundwave to jump in place. “You weren't supposed to see that. Didn't wanna freak y'all out or anything.”
“... does not compute,” was all Soundwave managed to say, aware of his own Cassettes suddenly sending many, many requests to exit his chest compartment.
“Optimus told us you were funky about sex,” said Blaster. The Autobot shrugged as Eject and Rewind shared a passionate kiss. “We've been trying not to do anything in front of you, but... y'know, sometimes you gotta scratch an itch, right?”
“Let us out!” Rumble screamed. “Let us out, we wanna try!”
“Unacceptable!” snapped Soundwave right back.
“Man, don't refuse 'em, it's only gonna make 'em wanna do it more.” Blaster smiled warmly. He pointed his closer foot and hooked it around Soundwave's calf. “C'mon... if they're ready, they're ready.”
Soundwave thought.
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Megatron growled. “I must have been distracted by the battle.”
Optimus chuckled. “You must have. Have you learned anything yet?”
“Nothing,” Megatron groused. “All we've done since we got here is watch your Autobots giggle and grope each other like horny females.”
The Prime paused, staring out into space. With a angry noise, Megatron realized that Optimus was picturing it... and now, so was he. The warlord shivered, and Optimus laughed again.
“What you see here is our greatest strength, Megatron.” Optimus waved his hand over the pool. The Lamborghinis were ducking Thrust under the water. Dirge and Ramjet were battling with Ironhide and Jazz. Soundwave, barely noticeable as anything other than a sillouete behind the waterfall, was deep in conversation with Blaster. Astrotrain and Blitzwing had gone ashore and fallen asleep on each other's shoulders.
“... this pool of water?” asked Megatron.
“Our friendship.” Optimus
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Frenzy looked up at Eject's face, looming over him, and laughed. “This feels so weird!”
“I know, doesn't it?!” Eject replied with his own laugh, squirming above Frenzy's panel. “This is why you're supposed to do this with your friends first; at least then when it's awkward, you can laugh together!”
“Makes sense.” Frenzy reached down and fingered his panel open, port irising open to allow for Eject's cord.
“How you doing over there, Rumble?” asked Eject.
Rumble couldn't speak, driven to the point of senseless babbling by Rewind's mouth on his cord. Rewind made an affirmative noise for him, working his tongue over the shiny metal tip. Rumble responded with a deep grunt, throwing his legs over Rewind's shoulders.
“Is he okay?” squeaked Frenzy, intimidated by his partner's incoherent state.
“He's fine. Rewind's not very good at giving head, anyway.” Eject hiked up Frenzy's legs. “Come on, let's see if I can make you lose your vocalizer, too.”
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“You think sex is the be all, end all of our interactions, when really it's only an expression of friendship already there.” Optimus offlined his optics, serenely turning his head to the stars. “Once you learn to treasure the company of others, all else seems inconsequentially in comparison. Money, possessions, territory, they all fall to the wayside in the presence of real love.”
Megatron was speechless. For a moment.
“... you're high on something, aren't you?” asked Megatron, pointing an accusing finger. “Admit it.”
“I'm high on life, Megatron.”
“That's stupid.”
“Who won the battle last week?”
“That was a technicality and you know it, Prime!”
“Who won the battle last week and then got to go to amazing sex with his best friends?”
“I a- aughk...” Megatron conceded defeat and retreated back to his personal bubble.
Where was Soundwave when you needed him?
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“Let it go, baby,” Blaster cooed. “Let your body flow with it. When it says push, you push. When it says roll over, you roll over. It knows what it wants.”
Soundwave was drowning in that feeling, of that... that object in his port, spreading and massaging the walls, of the rough and hot palm of Blaster's hand against his cord, of the warmth of Blaster's body, of the heated air billowing from his vents. His internals felt as if they were being sucked into a black hole of pleasure. Kicking his legs helplessly, Soundwave forced his attention outward, trying to stave off the incoming overload.
Rumble writhed under Rewind, struggling for breath as the other Cassette pounded into his port at an unbearable speed. He was sure his port had been ripped open, irreparably spread by Rewind's huge cord. Desperate for reprieve, Rumble turned to his side and clawed at the ground, trying to pull himself away. Rewind held tight to him and matched every escape attempt from Rumble with another hard, splitting thrust.
The purple Cassette wailed in half-pain. “Oh Primus, I'm dieing...!”
“You're not dieing, you big baby!” Rewind adjusted for the shift of Rumble's posture, pulling one leg over his shoulder and the other around his waist. Rumble's hands shot down to cover his exposed parts, feeling more naked than he had ever felt before; he was swiftly swatted away by Rewind. “You're a Decepticon! You can handle a little pain!”
Rumble screamed properly, back bowing as he was suddenly pulled into overload, and Soundwave felt his hips lurch in sympathy. His port ached and twitched and squeezed against the thing in his port, slightly and infuriatingly closer to orgasm.
“Like this, don't you?” Blaster twisted the thing again. “I could let ya have it, if you wanted it.”
“Yeah, boss, let 'im have it!” laughed Eject, tearing his mouth away from Frenzy's for a moment. “Good and hard!”
“Hell, this thing's barely enough to even get me started anymore.” Blaster twisted it in his port again, making long, exaggerated thrusts that melted Soundwave into the wall. “Feel free to take it with you after we're done here... and we should be done pretty soon...”
Soundwave nearly felt offended until his cord spasmed, alerting him to his impending overload. The rest of his Cassettes were no better off, if at least quieter. Frenzy had wrangled his way on top of Eject and had taken the lead before Steeljaw jumped in front behind and penetrated him. Ramhorn was tucked between Ratbat and Buzzsaw, the both of them moaning at Ramhorn's delicate treatment of their cords. Ravage and Laserbeak occupied Blaster's other hand, rubbing against the pads of his fingers and trying desperately to reach their own overloads.
Blaster took his cord and pulled.
Overload washed over him in a wave, rattling his components against Blaster's body. The rest of the Cassettes followed him, the sight of their master lost in the throws of ecstasy too hard to resist. Soundwave slipped into recharge as Blaster closed his panel, trapping the object inside him.
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“Not really,” said Optimus. “But I do detect thunderclouds. We had best end this before you have to fly home in the rain.”
Megatron nodded, his chest aching with repressed emotion. “I appreciate the thought, Optimus Prime. Decepticons, assemble!”
The Decepticons assembled with an assortment of disappointed groans and flew home with a terse goodbye to the Autobots. The flight back was spent chattering like birds, telling tiny stories of victories at Autobot Chicken War and Ironhide's losses at real live war. Soundwave was silent, flying with his hips cocked at an odd angle. Megatron thought no more of it until Soundwave “reported” his “findings” in the privacy of their own quarters.
Holy slag, THIS is what Prime meant.
On the other end of the Nemesis, Starscream woke up and pulled Octane's arm tighter around him. “Those puny Autobots won't know what hit them.”
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Ladies and gentlemen, Chekhov's Dildo has been planted. Anyway, this fic only needs about one more chapter to have completely filled the prompt, and that'll be the end. May I ask if the OP is willing to do return-fic? If not, then we'll work something out later.
Plus, Mod, I'm having to do ReCaptcha with every post. Is it supposed to be doing that?
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Anyway, loved this chapter. Hilarity all around! Starting from gossipy seekers to Prime's whole "The power of friendship and love Megatron!" speach, and cassette sex absolutely everywhere, Jesus Christ.
Also, I gotta say, I figured that was why at least some of them weren't masturbating. Doh ho ho ho.
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in heaven
more please.
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The rest of the fic is below this part.
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