#deepstrider

Gotta be a pretty virile being- or one with a real slim chance of hatching if you've got four Cybertronians egged. Though there's probably some level of difference between them. Deepstrider is pretty anxious, but he's a bigger mech and has more room. Tangent is kinda tough and squirmy. Deltashock is the smallest out of all of them, even if not by much.

'Filled to the brim.'. Prowl is already a mother. Maybe that's your excuse for stuffing him so excessively, but it actually just gets you hot, doesn't it? Watching that snappy bots stretch marks on his belly get spread wide until his protoforn is practically catching the light, feeling his fat, quivering valve milk you. You fed him up, right? That'll keep his pussy fat for pounding and his massive breasts aching.

He's bred up the most, left with his optics flickering and servos instinctively clinging to the most taunt places on his frame. He has to keep a bit active so that your huge clutch doesn't just keep him bedbound. You can't hide Prowl away, though. If you've given him any sort of influence or political power, he's gotta keep playing with it. You've got four mechs, surely you can just abuse his forge and leave his valve accessible for pregnant sex? He deserves it.

Deepstrider probably gets the second most, based on size hierarchy. You could deny him access to his array if you wanted, but he'd be more careful if he knew these ones might hatch. You choosing to frag him while that's a reality makes him anxious.

Deltashock gets a clutch big enough to make her claw the berth and tremble. She's kinda got not the largest valve, so she might've been doing that while you fragged her anyways, depending on your size. She's never been a carrier before. Your ovipositioner stuffing her valve kinda hits her with that while she's being pushed full until you decide she's swollen enough. Don't let a few eggs stop you from using her spike- the same probably applies to Deepstrider's monster.

Man.. that makes me think about Deepstrider inflating his mods inside of the rest of your 'concubines'. Tangent deliriously babbling about how much it hurts while he squirts all over it.. Deltashock trying to brace herself, maybe punished for trying to prepare for it by slobbering her intake on it, completely muffling her noises and straining her lipplates.

I obviously wanna impale Prowl on it. Make him think he can take it while he's blindfolded or something, and it starts being pushed inside of him. The full circumference is- a bit harder than he thought, maybe, but he has survived worse. His processor actively starts dripping out of his helm with every section that keeps going deeper inside of him, though. Should make him sit on it by himself or tie him up and lower him onto it. Just so he doesn't give up out of shame. You can tell when Prowl's valve is stuffed by the way he wiggles in discomfort, but it keeps pressing in anyways.

N then his whore valve finds a little more room for Deepstrider's spike inside of his pussy. He takes that shit to the base. Rub his node, and his overload is devastating. Deepstrider's painting the Praxian's insides pink, might have already. Prowl's shaking and crashing, clenching down so hard as his calipers try and fail to reset to their default size, his charge crackles through all their touching nodes.. it's just a repeating loop of him cumming and crashing, and it's turning Deepstrider into an incoherent mess.

Tangent plays at fancy, Deepstrider's probably the easiest to pamper, and Deltashock seems the most well behaved/acceptable. Seems. Prowl's playing advisor so much he'd be mistaken for someone else if he wasn't so obviously pregnant and you weren't so touchy.

It'd be a silly drama because the closest thing to a rivalry conflict is Deltashock and Tangent wanting to maul each other to death once in a while for some perceived slight or favoritism. I know it's about the kink, but lmaoooo. They'd actually be a pretty decent set of consorts.. by virtue of a lot of others being not. Not trying to kill each other, handsome, smart, vary in levels of touchy and affectionate. The cons are they may plot to kill you, anyone around you, generally dip if they aren't there 100% willingly, and would sabotage something if it led into a circumstance they want. Deepstrider's getting kinda press ganged into it, but he doesn't mind too much, sorry.

You're his conjunx, so it's only right that you'd want to use him to cum, right? So you could really just carelessly pound away at his fat valve. It might already be stretched out if you decided to spike him after he'd gone into labor. Sure- your eggs are trying to escape, but if the eggs weren't small enough to pass you, painfully slow, then it's amusing to watch Deepstrider's face turn as you stop them from coming out of his forge, push them back inside, even. It's not easy, dilated and clenching hard just for this, but you can tell every time what he's feeling because his expressions, occasionally stuck idle and hard to twist, were so dramatic. Panting with his glossa stuck out, trying to slam his hips into yours while he dug his denta into his lip, dazed, optics up, or with cute little electric tears sparking off of him.

Please don't interrupt this, this is his favorite part, and if you keep fragging it, his processor is going to remember how excruciating it actually is- how loud he should be screaming. They all want to go out, he wants them to go out, please don't stall the line and leave his aching- or shoving them back inside when his forge is swollen tight and constricting on itself to get them out. There's no room.

When you leave, and leave without pressing a new clutch of eggs into him, he waves you off casually, maybe considers what he'll try to do now that he can actually touch his array. When was the last time he has? That brief intermission between clutches? Deepstrider's spent an awful long time without putting his servos on it, only fruitlessly rubbing on the outside panel if he was. When his next charge flare rolls around, he inflates his spike (manually. Guess his systems haven't done it automatically for a while. That's probably why it didn't..) and strokes himself in his servos a way he remembers liking. It's good, don't get him wrong, but he never gets past making a puddle of transfluid drip out of it without an actual overload.

Touching his valve should work. He knows he can overload with his valve. You can make him overload with his valve. So he's chasing that high, fingering himself or rubbing his node. Touching his node is outright incredible, such a wonderful thing that keeps being neglected, and it's so oversensitive under his servos that he rolls into the pain happily. It feels sooooo good. This was what he was missing, right? And he does get so close- over and over again, Deepstrider is a panting wreck of a mess with pink stained hands- but he just can't.

He doesn't really get it until you come back and force his forge seal open. He practically perks up at the flash of pain, so excited for what happens next. When you groan and roll into him, complaining about how tight he is, he's purring his engine.

Your eggs filling up his forge feel so much better than his spike ever could. They just make everything stretch, touch places he can't reach himself. He just gets wetter as the pressure on his pump gets heavier. If you touch his node now, he'll overload so hard it might shock your organic frame in a way that's more pain than pleasure, but he's so pent upppp- squirting all over you is a relief, a sign that he's finally getting somewhere. Fragging him while he's that soon after an overload hurts, but he's long since gotten used to this routine. Pain is pleasure. Pleasure is pain.

He's already so much more of a mess under you, sloppy and twitching, babbling out useless words and tiny little cries for you to stop give him more.

When you keep going and he crashes, it just keeps hitting the same argument over and over while you're in him. His processor isn't letting him up until you've let up, and why would you do that? So his frame is just made to distort, chassis slowly swelling though his plating hides most of it. He's reached the point where he's usually sobbing at you, saying his gestation tank is going to tear, but if he could theoretically fit a few sparklings in there, surely he could manage to stretch more for some of your children. Sure, that's a slow, gradual swell over megacycles.. but he's a strong bot.

When that seems to really be telling you to stop- plating removed and everything- you do your normal routine of using his valve as an overflow container. But if you have a few stragglers.. he's so soft, he couldn't mind if you laid a few inside of his spike housing, right? His spike is accommodating enough, you just just mindlessly fill that new hole up too.

Deepstrider isn't conscious to beg you not to, tell you why not to. He's not going to be able to lay those, for one. Trying to pressurize to let them out might crush them before more than one or two escaped. If he's able to, even. If you aren't gentle- or if you keep going, you're just going to break it. And maybe you're more relieved than concerned when it finally gives you a bit more room- his mods giving up and expanding- but now he's gonna have to go a medic if he ever wants a spike again. You just broke it into a pussy- permanently.

He's going to come back online in agony. Everything aches, it feels like his tank is tearing- like his pump is being stomped on. Considering his spike at all is just painful. Deepstrider doesn't want to move an inch until some of it just stops. He's so, so stuffed, and it hurts. You're going to have to take care of him for a while until his frame gets a bit more accustomed to it. He's so gravid he doesn't look like he should be walking. There's an unnatural budge in his front underneath his belly, too. That one stings more when you rub it. Give it a while and some program trawling, and he'll figure out exactly what you did to it.

Once the soreness is a more normal level, the aching routine, I think he can overload in between flashes of white hot seizure. There's so many. His forge seal probably couldn't close properly- or it's being pressed into on either side and at risk of breaking.

He's just gonna crash again once they're done cookin', and he gets to pry his panels open. They're eager to come out- some of them. But that labor lasts so long his tactile array is practically burnt. The pressure in his forge is so immense, I think he might get egg bound. Stuck up against each so harshly, jamming the queue. When he does flicker online again, he still looks like you put twins in him. You- help him. Fragging- get you fingers in there, your spike- shift everything, okay? Or run him a bath.

I think he does, somewhere, have a little hidden stash of engex. He tops it up when he can, but he's got taste most of the time, so the majority of his stuff is old enough to have been properly refined. It makes him ration it out. Remember when he kidnapped took care of you? He's been holding onto that shit longer than some people's entire lives.

So he's really gotta be in the right mood to pull it out. He just.. gets all vulnerable and easy. He says harsher things before he knows what he's saying, and his spike struggles to get hard. You've probably barely seen him drunk before the war, and you were his longest relationship.

Deepstrider is a hoarder of a dubious kind. His supplies lack in certain areas, and are suspiciously well stocked in others. He has, like, three transformation cogs rolling around in a box somewhere. An entire carton of cygars he doesn't smoke. Baby bottles.

Since he practically only fucks around and gets drunk by himself, and he doesn't actually want to drink enough of his engex to get proper drunk, the mech does some really unsafe shit and pairs it with sedatives or something. Do you think his medic gives a frag? HA, he's not going to 'his' medic until his frame is grey!

Mostly, he just crashes. Not literally, as he does avoid driving under the influence, but his processor tries to figure out what the slag is wrong with him and stacks diagnostics doing it. The load can get heavy when they just.. loop. Optics resetting and memory defragging while way too conscious has some curious effects.

So if he's not listening to the radio and quietly sitting in a corner, he's probably crawled into berth. It's a bit of a mess, cushions and a tarp or two littering the surface, a pen that keeps sliding off the windowsill and ending up shoved into the spokes of one of his tires. His work station is unfortunately much of the same, personal projects scattered between actual reports.

Deepstrider in general is a mech that 100% humps pillows. SG! Deepstrider, engex upping his already alarming sensors and something undoubtedly restricted making him drowsy, is so sensitive. Rubbing his servos on one of his soft tarps is comfortable, he leans into his pillows like a cat and shoves his face into them while his shifting has him constantly touching something.

When snippets of your voice start slipping into his audials while his processor is trying to look for logs, his first reaction is fear. He's alone and so weak, it runs nausea up his fuel pump.

But.. mm. You aren't really raising your voice, are you? If he tilts his head right, maybe it's even a little soft. He's dry under his panel, but he gets a bit warmer. Thinking about you just goes wrong. He can't unmix the memories of your valve or firm lipplates from the phantom sensation of his leg- he has his leg, right?

The ghost of your claws graze over his armor, and he has his servos on his tits before he knows what he's doing. They fill his servos, sag to either side of his chest when he lies supline, and he quivers and whines when he pulls on the metal hoops in his nozzles.

It feels so, so good when his helm is numb to everything else like this. His vision might as well blur a few strides away from him, his hearing muddled and smell corrupted. There's nothing to taste until he sucks one of his servos into his mouth. Another, and he's trying to fuck his throat like you do. He's too big and clunky to get that far, intake spreading wetly and mindless drool connecting to them when he pulls then out.

Deepstrider just puts his now wet servos back on his tits and pants happily. Just pushing his pouches back and worth is making his piercings shift and oversensitizing the protoform until his panel is leaking. He flops his bent legs open to other side in an 'M' and snaps his panel, but it just reveals his soft spike poking out of its housing and puts an air current on his furiously warming valve that makes him nearly sob.

Frag, he wants you to touch him so bad, but his sensory network just keeps offering pain to layer over the overwhelming heat burning in his chassis. There's pleasure somewhere, right?

But he's just got the memory of blinking down at the knife through his hand. Running- trying to lose your lead and crawling away when he got knocked of off his pedes.

Deepstrider doesn't like remembering what happened to his leg. It was too neat to be a coincidence. You'd planned it. But at least he remembered your servos pressing into his plating, that calculating tone..

He's got delusional fantasies of you beating his array until it makes him shriek, and overloading inside of him, pumping all of your charge into his gestation tank. He's rubbing his thighs together and pulling on his piercings when he comes back to awareness.

It's his claws digging into his plating, but he's deluded into it being yours, each stripe of pain or bead of energon yours. His palms are dark, trembling, and pink.

When he flops over, he stains the berth with his wounds, but a little shuffling has his valve getting pressed into sweet, sweet release.

Maybe his helm cracks into the berth with a noise alarming and an expression so loose you couldn't mistake him for anything but high. There wasn't any need to raise his arms, to leverage up again..

With enough softness stuffed between his legs, all he haf to do was move his hips a little bit. Just a little bit, and he'd get all kinds of fun pleasure in return. All of the energy he hadn't been using goes into scraping paint of his knee edges and rocking his waist.

His node is screaming, buzzing, but it feels so so so so so so so so so good fuck fuck fuck- He's gonna overload and get his pillow all wet.

Probably lying in berth, then.. or could be over your face, but like.. hm. Closer to 69'ing than riding. I think you should let him drool on your spike as a treat. If he cleans up your overload, will you clean up his?

He tries to bob his head and swish his glossa, but you're just being really efficient with his valve.. he can't help how drippy he is. It's your fault.. having him facing away from you sounds kinda neat now, because when you aren't making out sloppy style with his pussy, you could narrate a little to him between all the wet noises and your moaning.

Does he taste good? Are you struggling? How much of his slick are swallowing? Is his node all puffy? Are you gonna make it all puffy?~

His face is sooo blotchy and flushed. If you keep going a lot, you might even be able to make him cry. You can toss a little complaining in there. Or tell him how looooong your day was and how happy you're there to kiss him all over now. Place kiss on node for extra effectiveness.

But if you're drooling sooo badly, maybe you aren't doing too good in the words department, aren't you? If you keep sucking and keep spilling everywhere, Deepstrider's gonna have to spend so long mouthing at your neck cables until you're clean.. maybe he's embarrassed for you that you're so sloppy.

You might wanna hide him away a bit if he got egged up.. better if it looks like he knows exactly what happened when he comes back, right? Or maybe I'm still scared of the medics..

Laying them is like nothing he's ever done before, though. Did you fill his forge up?~ Cuz' now he's gotta push all of those out.. Deepstrider being whiny and clingy because they're stretching his forge seal open again, and it huuurtss but it feels so good- At least you bullied them in there, now his valve has gotta do all the work trying to lay all your eggs.

You could see your colors staining his chassis, clipping off at the edges of his knees, leaving flicks of color on black bars. The thinner layers of plating around his thighs were practically rubbed grey, though. Some of the shades blending together might have had their similarities, but they'd been yours long enough to pick out your own.

It was going to be a disaster to clean up, and you only had that thought glance over because you could still hear your frames connecting if you closed your optics, whether solid or filthy wet.

There might've been an attempt to hold onto him at some point, to drag him in and press kisses and praises to your conjunx's faceplates, but it hadn't really done much. Might've upped his enthusiasm, really. His face is flushed so endearingly in the familiar splotchy pattern you know but dragged to a new intensity that made his vents come out hot and his protoform warm to the touch.

Your poor crybaby conjunx had started at some point, maybe when he'd convinced you to try to fit some of your servos in his valve with your spike earlier or his series of helpless little kicks when you'd tried to drag him into a shower and the solvent hit his array.

The smears under his eyes were dark enough to tell you they'd be lingering. You could deal with Deepstrider complaining about the stinging when he was hopefully more coherent.

Some of the pauses were deceptively so, your conjunx curling into your side or rumbling on your chest, where he would be so tired and so sweet.. and then he'd flip you onto your front and curl dents into the plating on your hips while his sleepy mumbles were out of sync with the ruthless way he'd split you open on his spike.

It felt like your nodes were going numb with the aching, familiar weight of him pushing your calipers apart. He was largely seeking his own pleasure and not specifically tormenting you, but it made little difference with how many times your valve had spasmed around that thick spike.

You did not see hopeful futures for either of your diagnostics. Your spark rate was probably peaked at some point, and then forced to settle down and stay there as everything just kept coming. Deepstrider was bringing you immense stress, but you had the feeling that if you implied anything about his spark, he'd remember that he had one and would pry his chest plating away.

There was only so much a Cybertronian could physically handle until they fainted, and even the idea of him keeping going because of this mindless rutting haze sent another lick of charge flaring up your battered external node.

The damage wasn't so severe that it had blaring warnings attached or anything, but his servos now had matching handholds on your frame, and it naturally hurt when an overload seized him and he forgot that you weren't rated for his full crush rate.

Each warm load made you helplessly squirm and buck even when otherwise tired. He kept pulling his spike out to catch his head on the rim and bully your node, and it felt way too good.

Numb, tired, or not, the rippling of his charge through your array couldn't help but push your system through another agonizing overload, array tight enough that you'd splattered almost up to his chest. There was no need to be wetter, but your array was uncooperative.

You were probably lubed up with your own loads of transfluid, spilled inside of Deepstrider and drooling back onto your array in heavy clumbs when his valve clenched. Positions seemly got dull after a while, or you simply couldn't take it anymore, so he'd had time and space to share with your valve.

Sending him on his own to the corner with a toy and a cushion to cling to only worked for so long until his processor begged him for more charge.

Which he'd been stealing from you, obviously, a fake spike able to make him feel good, but not to send lightning up his struts and make him wail. Someone, you hazily thought, must've assumed one of you was being murdered.