First aid tugged on Vortex's leash, the prongs on the inside of his collar digging into his neck as he coughed.
"Down boy, sit." First aid squinted his optics as he gave another tug before vortex finally obeyed and sat down on his aft, his knees up against his chest, spread to the sides — While his arms go between his legs, placed on the ground and curled up his digits to mimic the paws of a turbo-fox. Vortex looks up at First aid and rubs his helm against his leg, lifting one paw up as he leans against his owner
First aid can't help but give a small smile as he crouches down and gives vortex a few pets on top of his helm before grabbing both sides with both his servos, giving him a scolding look.
"Tex, I know what you are trying." First aid gives a sinister, forced smile. Baring his denta when he holds Vortex tighter. Vortex winces at the tone of First aid's voice, but he makes sure to keep looking at First aid, not looking away even once.
Good puppies don't talk, they make sounds.
"But, you are going to be an obedient and PATIENT puppy for me, Okay?" He gives a rub on the side of his helm and gets up, immediately Vortex fixes his posture. Making his servos a fist and leaning on them, his pedes on tippy toes with a bend in his knees to make his back level, mimicking the posture of a cyber-dog.
He looks at First aid, looking for his approval. His visor shines brightly as he waits, and luckily for Vortex, First aid actually gives a nod of approval!
"Sweet.." Vortex thinks, purring with his engines, his rotors twitching while they slowly turn as he suddenly finds himself fantasizing — grinding against his owner's leg, spike out and rubbing over all those transformation seams all over his legs, giving the smooth surface a slight rough feeling.. He whines through the purr, supressing a moan while subtly pressing his thighs together.
[Warning! 87% Tank capacity.]
Tex yelps, 87%?! He paws at First aid's leg, suddenly very aware of the pressure in his tanks, sloshing around each movement he makes. Does he break the role-play? Does he keep it up? Primus! He whines.
"Aid! Damn it!" Vortex growls, tugging on the leash with his servo, the other has found its way between his legs, pressing against his plating covering his spike and valve. First aid finally looks over and tilts his head once he takes notice of Vortex his stare, admittedly, he couldn't suppress the snicker that escaped him.
"Pfft- do you need to void?" He moved one servo over his mouth, suppressing a giggle. Vortex growls, quickly cut off when he realizes how much pressure it put on his waste outlet, making his growl not more than a pathetic whimper while his servo presses harder against his plating.
"Hmm.." First aid rubs his chin with his digits, pretending to be lost in thought.
"Now, I could let you go, but let's be honest. Where's the fun in that, my pup?" He pulls the leash to pull Vortex against his legs, he yelps, pathetically biting first aid's leg as he tries to take off the collar. Too bad First aid made sure that only he can take it off, Jiggling the keys around his digit, he puts it in his mouth, under his tongue. Comfortable? No. But oh well!
Vortex snarls, getting up to stand on his two legs, he leans back using his entire weight to make first aid stumble, struggling to stay upright. He can see first aid struggling to keep his balance, using that to his advantage he snaps away his mask, a wide grin on his faceplates as he takes the leash in his servos and pulls, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the floor.
First aid yelps, he attempted to lean back, letting the leash to, he swing his arms back in hope he could regain his balance, unfortunately, it didn't do much as he was soon on the ground, groaning and rubbing his helm. Vortex helped as he also fell on the ground, he shakes his helm and growls, rolling himself onto his hands and knees.
His spike gave a small pulse from the sudden impact with the ground, he whines and presses his thighs together, feeling a small spurt of waste exit his spike he clenches his denta and groans from the discomfort of being forced to hold it in. He looks at first aid who is still on the ground and makes his way towards him.
He paused at every crawling step, hand before knee. Each time he needs to pause to avoid voiding himself right on the spot, he places his servos on the sides of first aid, lifting his leg and placing it over first aid's, straddling his thigh. Panting through gritted Dantas, he pauses. He doesn't move for a few minutes, after those few minutes he pushes his crotch forward and than back. Repeating this movement over and over
"Aid, please." He whines between his desperate pants, grinding his crotch against first aid's leg, with each grind he could feel his waste slosh around in his tanks, each push adding a new type of pressure in his tanks. He can't hold back moaning while he doesn't fight his spike pressurizing anymkre. He lets his head droop back, his dermas Separated and salivating like a desperate, pathetic cyber-puppy in his first rut cycle, and his eyes half lidded while he groans and huffs.
First aid looks at him, squinting his optics. He props himself up on his elbows and rotates his chassis to be able to look at Vortex he would cross his arms, but that is a bit difficult with his current position. Though it is very clear he is not pleased with Vortex's behaviors, at all.
"Bad puppy! You know you need patience." He Huffs, attempting to push vortex off with one arm while using as little strength as he physically can, just so he can enjoy all of this a little more.
But in the end, Vortex isn't willing to comply either way, obvious by the way he's fighting First aid, unfortunately that also applies a lot of pressure on his poor tanks.
"Aid— I need to void. I need to void so bad." He moans, gripping first aid's sides while the sobs start to mix with his moans.
First Aid sighs, shaking his helm, tsking at his pathetic behavior.
"Than go. Go like the cyberpuppy you are." He pats Vortex's helm with a soft smile.
Really?! Even right now you won't quit the act?!
Whatever, whatever. It doesn't matter.
Vortex whimpers, clutching his spike with his servo. He shakes his helm.
"There's no drain here, nothing."
"Awh, I didn't know puppies could care about the gross messes they make."
Vortex growls, putting pressure on his tanks and a leak escapes. Whining he hunched over, leaning his helm on first aid's chassis while he squeezes the tip of his spike close
"Nngh- frag- I hate you." He whined.
Emergency voiding sequence imminent
"I can't—" he moaned, despite the fact he's squeezing his spike hard, a leak still escapes, than another, and another, and another, before it's a full stream. Vortex is squeezing his spike as hard as he can to the point it hurts, but the stream continues.
Hissing, it splashes on first aid's leg and a bit on Vortex's own chassis, dripping down and collecting in a puddle below first aid's leg.
"There, there." First aid pats vortex's back, shushing him.
Vortex shook, biting his bottom lip as some tears Welled in his optics, collecting at the bottom of his visor. The only thing he could focus on was how humiliating this is along with the incredible sensation of relief.
"C-curse you." He sobbed through a moan, rolling his head back, finally deciding to sit upright—fully seating himself comfortably on First aid's leg while his spike pressurizes.
The ends of first aid's lips curl upwards by a little, his own spike throbbing, pressing hard against his spike housing. Taking in every detail of Vortex voiding himself, the way the waste slid of his own leg, the way it's made his armor shiny. But especially, the way it hisses and splatters on his leg and collects itself in a growing puddle on the ground.
Vortex's covering his face with one servo while grinding his valve on first aid's leg, using his free servo to stabilize himself using first aid's shoulder, smearing lubricant all over his leg. His spike is still leaking waste fluid, dribbling down on the sides of first aid's leg onto the ground
"Fuck, Vortex." First aid moans, sliding his mask away in order to bite on his digit to muffle the sounds escaping him. Unaware to how his panels had slid away, his spike sprung out of its housing, pulsing teal lights and throbbing against his stomach, producing lubricant that's collecting at his tip.
Vortex whines and whimpers, the stream from his spike slowly coming to an end when his tanks are reaching a low precentage. His valve's also started throbbing, desperate for attention, for touch, to be inside of someone or have something inside of him.
"Tex" The ambulance pants forcing himself to lay on his back, the lubricant from Vortex's valve making his leg turn between his folds with ease.
"Tex—i need you." He moans between a sob, stroking his spike in a slow rhythm with his one servo. His spike is throbbing, it's leaking beads of lubricant and tears are welling in his optics from the intense desire flowing through his systems. Beads of coolant form all over his frame, some dripping down onto the ground, mixing in with the waste fluid.
Vortex raises his helm to look at First aid, his chassis raising up and down, matching First aid's panting. The tears are in First aids visor, steam blowing out of his vents together with hot air. If you listen through the panting and sobbing, you can hear his fans whirring at max speed, struggling to keep the tempature of the ambulance down. Not that Vortex is in a better place, his spike is throbbing, leaking and unbearably pressurized.
"I know you want it too," he pauses— a moan forcing it's way out of his vocalizer "i can feel it throbbing." he forces a small smile, optics droopy as he pants. Vortex moves his servo to grab First aid's chin, leaning forward. Their helms almost clanking together.
"Whats stopping you from taking it? After all, wasn't i your 'pathetic puppy'?" his engines purr, his rotors spinning at a slow rate. Something about the way it was said, something about it made First aid snap—his engines roar as he pushes Vortex on his back, holding his servo's on his shoulder. The quick sudden movement almost snapped one of his blades off.Vortex tsked, shaking his head with a sigh
"You should know better than to push a copter onto their backs like this, haven't you interfaced with the leg when he was a copter?" He raises his knees to the sides of his stomach, holding them in place using his servo's so his valve is perfectly angled for First aid.
First aid freezes and tilts his head
"Actually, nevermind. Quit being so slow! You were so rough just a second ago." Vortes huffs, wiggling his waist impatiently
First aid stares at Vortex, his helm tilted, as if there is a question mark plastered on his face. Vortex's engines started to rumble with his rising annoyance, rolling his optics he let one of his legs go to grab First aid's spike and tug it towards his valve
"Quit your staring and use that spike already, damn it!" he snarled, pulling first aid's hips closer and pressing his lubricated valve against the tip. The both of them whine while vortex throws his head back and his hips buck, the other soon picking it up on his own. Using his servo to hold his spike and align it with the valve in front of him, he slowly presses forward, drawing a high pitched moan from the helicopter
"Ngh— fuck! Yes!" Vortex whimpers, biting his bottom lip and arching his back. First aid continues to push deeper and deeper until he can feel the entrance to vortex's tanks with his right pelvis against vortex's. He slowly moves his hips back before pushing back in, the calipers inside vortex's valve tightening around first aid's spike, attempting to 'suck' him in deeper, drawing a whine out of First aid.
"Q-quit being so slow!" Vortex complains are ignored by first aid who continues to move slowly, panting and leaning over vortex with his visor dimmed. The con squirms with his hips, thrashing back and fourth with his vents puffing steam
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