#rowansmuts

During the day, you were all miners working hard in the mines to keep Iacon running. At night, you and your two mechs were lovers who couldn't get enough of one another. The three of you retreated to your respective stations and waited until every bot was in recharge when you all snuck off to enjoy each other's company.

Which brings you to now.

The muffled sounds of Orion were erotic, his hip struts bucked as the vibrating rod within his spike made him a complete mess for D16. You watched the arousing scene before you unfolded as D moved behind your shared lover and grabbed his neck cables with a rough yet calculated gentle hold. It was firm, pulling his helm back so he could kiss the whimpering mech's cheeks as he sobbed behind the gag and blindfold.

“You are doing so well Orion, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now. The way you squirm, begging for release. It's intoxicating, I feel so lucky to see you like this.” D16 purrs in the sinfully deep voice of his he used when he was aroused. It sent shivers down your spinal strut.

To bear witness to such an intimate display, your partners taking part in this little fantasy you thought up was such an honor to you. Your spike was pressing hard against its housing. It was becoming unbearable, but you stayed closed while D took care of Orion.

His servos traced down his front, focusing on the sensitive cables lining just under the edge of his bulky chassis. His digits explore Orion's heated frame, feeling up every inch with eager optics. Hungering for any reaction he could get out of your shared partner, his golden yellow optics were dark with desire, and his intake was drawn back in a smirk that showed just how much he was enjoying being in charge of the both of you.

His optics focused back on you, and your frame stiffened under the heated stare. His frame rumbled as his servo moved to the blindfold and removed it to allow him sight once again. Orion's optics flickered and adjusted to the light before he focused on the two of you. D16 leaned down to kiss Orion's helm before he stalked over to your kneeled position.

He looked over to Orion and barked an order. “Don't look away and don't overload. You must keep your optics on us at all times.” He slowly walked around your form, his servo grabbing a hold of your helm with a low, dark chuckle as he pushed you down.

Faceplate on the ground, aft up. His servo pinned you down with ease while the other rubbed along your panel, feeling for the sensitive wires to trigger that would open your valve. His thick digits ardently sought for that wire until it was pressed upon and the covering of your valve popped open. D rumbled his growl, not quite a chuckle. No, this was primal. It was low and vibrated through your chassis as the mech mounted you without hesitance.

His larger frame slotted against your own, fitting together like two pieces to a puzzle. Your frame shuddered at the impending thrill, his digits teasing your valve entrance. Smearing the lubricant around, testing your eager hole for the next step. His knees dropped one after the other as he pressed your frame into the floor, his hips pressed flush to your aft while one arm wrapped around your middle and the other went to your intake. His digits covered in your fluids pushed past your dermas, and you whined against the blunt object as he urged your glossa to clean it off.

Solvent soaked his digit, the writhing mass in your intake covered it until it was cleaned to his liking, and without warning, his digit was joined by another before the third was shoved inside. Your intake stretched wide and and the three large intrusions thrust inside to cover them in your solvent.

“Get them all nice and wet for me. Make sure they are throughly lubricated.” He purred, admiring the way your optics flickered as your frame started to whirr with the fans trying to cool your heated frame. His digits pushed further into your open intake, coating them with the fluids pooling as you drooled from the intrusion. Your glossa dragged along them to soak them as requested. He hummed approvingly as his hips grind against your rear excitedly at the feeling of your moist orifice preparing them for whatever he had planned.

He pulls his servo away, his digits throughly coated in solvent, he reaches down between your frames, and you hear a hiss, then something hard pressed against you. The slick sounds of something moist is heard from just behind you, curious, you lean your helm down and look under your frame to see that D is stroking his erect spike. It's absolutely weeping with trans fluids. His servo that was in your intake is stroking it. A chuckle vibrates youcatxck, you pull your helm back up to see that D is watching you.

You flush at the fact you got caught watching him lube his spike up. He doesn't push the subject. Instead, he pushes your helm down against the ground once again as he aligns himself with your valve and pushes inside your hole with little resistance. You gasp as he bottoms out with ease inside of you, his servo runs down your front until he reaches the buldge where his spike rests within your clenching walls. A low moan leaves him, a playful nip to your audial with a low rumble of his chassis as a growl passes through him

A whine from Orion has you glancing at him, but D quickly snatches your chin up and makes you look away from the needy bot.

“Eyes forward, he has to watch as I ravage your body all night long~” He purrs before his hips start moving. His spike is thrusting slowly at first, building to a speed that is carnal and rough. The speed takes you by surprise as each thrust leaves you breathless as he rearranges your insides with a pace so fast and hard you can't think. The noises you are making are lewd, solvent drools past your dermas, knees weak, and a valve pulsing with a building charge that has you begging for him to finish inside of you.

Orion is watching from his spot. His spike is aching with the need to release. His transfluids chamber aches to purge the building fluid, but the obstruction inside his spikes channel prevents him from doing so. He watches D ravage your frame, fragging you with a relentless pace. He's jealous that he isn't the one pulling the noises from you. He wants nothing more than to break from his binds and sample that tight valve he knew would suck him inside without hesitance.

Orion shifts his leg struts to sit just under him and starts to grind himself against his metal, groaning in relief as the aching need to be touched is achieved. It wasn't the touch he wanted, but it would do. He watched as D chased his building charge. The snarls and growls of his pleasure were hot. Fueling his grinding to get faster, his valve clenching around nothing as his node drags along his leg and with a roll of his hips he starts to grind roughly at a pace that starts to push him to the edge of his building overload. His hips rock desperately, humping with huffs of pleasure leaving him as he feels his charge building tight within his frame. It hurts so bad. He just wants to let go!

Your towards your own end, the savage rocking of his hips against your own is mind numbing. You are lost to the world around you as the rolling heat is close to snapping. A servo is between your spread thighs and rubs at your node as a low, sultry voice whispers a command.

“Overload for me.” D whispers, and you listen.

Your frame stiffened and shook as the hot flash of pleasure spreads through your body and shakes you to your very core. You cry out as your valve snaps down and D follows suit. His spike pumps you full with his transfluids as he fills your chamber with his hot fluids. You feel your body go limp, falling back against his as the euphoria floods your system, and D holds you close to his body to kiss your face and helm with his own exhaustion curling around his processor. He does pause to see that Orion is heaving, he grows worried that something happened until his optics land in the sounding rod on the floor,a limp spike, and transfluids covering the front of his frame.

It was only a little mistake that lead to this scene laid out before you.

Ultra Magnus, Commander of the Autobots, laid on his front aft up and his legs spread to allow his valve to be accessed with ease. You stood off to the side of the berth where Magnus laid face down on. The machine positioned just behind him was prepped and read, the false spike on it was shiny with lube and charged for the session. All that was left as to prepare your lovely Commander for the machine.

Your servo cupped his valve, your digits just barely dipping into his hole teasing the sopping wet, twitching walls. A low groan answered your teasing, his optics shuddering as his frame slowly relaxed at the feeling of finally being touched. His plating shuddered as your digits slowly made a circular motion around the rim and tracing around the edge with a grin growing across your faceplate. Optics focused on his expression for any sign he was uncomfortable.

“Does that feel good, Commander?” You purred, your digits pushing further into him earning a loud grunt before an annoyed growl rumbled his chassis as he glared at you from the side, his optics flashing a warning look your way.

“Watch yourself, soldier.” He grunts. You ignored it and hummed with a grin as your digits move within him. You focus back on your digits start to make a come here motion within him to stroke the walls, searching for that patch where it would drive him crazy. The curling motions continued, pulling lewd noises from your commander as you searched for that one spot that would get his engine revving.

You only knew you had hit your target when his engine sputtered and the mech jolted against the berth, his thighs clamped down around your servo and he tensed as he moaned. His body shuddering as your digits continue to pleasure the Commander, rubbing against the spot that made his frame twitch and moan lewdly against the berth as your digits pulled explicit sounds from a mech who usually barely made any sound at all.

“Are you getting close, sir?” You tease the mech, feelings his valve constrict and pull you in further as he was building towards an overload. He didn't respond except with a grunt, you want to scold him for not using his words but decide that you could let him off the hook just once, for now.

You could feel his walls pulsing as he was getting closer and as he was getting towards the end of his building charge you removed your digits. The mech whined, yes whined, at the emptiness within his valve. His helm turned to look at you, offended and confused.

“Who said you could stop?” He growled. You simply smirked in return and answered his question with the machine whirring to life.

“I said so.” You reply, your servos grab his hips and position him perfectly for the false spike to catch. It entered with little issue as it was guided inside of him and the mech tensed as a rumble passed through his chassis. His engine hiccuping as the machine started to thrust without any resistance and filled his valve up. It started off slow, you wanted to savor his reactions to it as it slowly bobbed in and out of his pretty red and blue folds.

You waited until you could tell he was getting impatient. He turned to you and started to speak, “Will you stop teasing me and go fas- MNHAA~”

His vocalizer crackled as the speed turned up and started to thrust relentlessly inside of the mech. He gripped the berth below him and pushed his aft up closer to it as it hit deep inside of him. Each thrust of the false spike brought out a symphony of moans from the Commander as his intake hung open. Solvent drooled from his gaped expression and optics hazy as the overload he was denied earlier was growing stronger with each powerful thrust inside of him.

"Are you ready for your checkup?” Ratchet asked, walking into your assigned room. You were his first patient of the day, and though he was exhausted from a long work night, he was happy to give you a check-up. You responded with a nod. You didn't meet his optics, but you seemed OK with this.

His dermas changed into a soft smile, and his servo was placed upon your shoulder. He smiled at you as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “If you need to stop, let me know. We can stop now.” He offered to put a halt to this. You looked up at him and shook your head rapidly.

“No no! I'm ok, I promise. I'm just not used to this type of thing.” You reassured him that you did want to try this. It was just a new roleplay to spice up your love life. You trusted him and knew he was experienced.

He would never make you uncomfortable or feel unsafe.

“I'm ok to continue.” Ratchet listened to your plea, relenting with a sigh. His servo moved to your chin, holding it between his digits to kiss your cheek.

“Good girl. If you need me to stop, don't hesitate.” He pulled away, and just as soon as he paused the roleplay, he began again.

“I'm happy that you came in as soon as you started to feel off. I assure you that we will be able to check everything and see what could be wrong.” He had you lie back against the cold slab used as the med-bays examination table. His mass-displaced servo started over your chest, feeling the rapid rising and falling of your breast. He smoothed his cold servo over your clothed top as he felt for any lumps.

“How about you remove your gown for me? I can’t check for lumps like this.” He ordered. You didn’t hesitate to remove the top of the gown. The fabric fell and pooled at your waist as he hummed appreciatively and moved his servos back to your chest to feel your tits. His servos groped at the soft mounds of flesh and muscle, feeling for anything abnormal. His hold wasn’t rough, nor was it gentle. His one servo became two on your chest and felt you up. A small noise escaped your lips before you bit your lip to silence any sound from leaving you.

“Hmm.” He hummed, feeling you up for any lumps and found none, the smallest hint of curled at the edges of his mouth before disappearing as he pulled away. He wrote down what he felt before he moved on to the next part of his examination. He motioned for you to lie back against the examination table, you follow his instructions and waited with anticipation as he turned back to his tray of tools. He looked over each one until he found what he was looking for, and from it, he pulled a speculum.

A pap smear?

You had one not that long ago. You didn't voice your protest as you weren't the doctor. He wanders back over to your side. His servo grabs the hospital gown and pulls it the rest of the way down your body until it is removed from your figure. The chilled air of the exam room brought goosebumps to your skin as the cold air met your warm skin. Your skin fluttered as he dragged the instrument along the skin of your pubic bone in a lazy, careless pattern.

“Open your legs.” He orders. You followed, legs spreading off to the sides, exposing your pelvic area to him. Had you been able to see you, you would have caught Ratchet shuddering in excitement at your willingness to be examined by him. He grabbed the lube for the speculum and popped open the cap to drizzle it over the metal with a small squeeze to the bottle. You knew just from look alone just how cold that was going to be. He hummed a small tune cheerfully as he got between your spread legs and pressed the speculum against your pussy. A shudder passed through you with a surprised gasp as its cold, lubed clamps were grinded against your clit.

“I have to get the lube spread around before I can proceed. I can't risk harming my patient, now can I?” He moved it in a rhythmic pattern against your sensitive nub, bringing legs to tremble and tense at the pleasure that surged in your abdomen and pooled with a liquid heat inside of you.

“How does that feel?” He asks. You nod with a whimper before answering his question.

“G-Good.” You whine, he hummed in approval at the confirmation for him to continue with his exam. The speculum nestled its way between your folds, slipping into your aching hole followed with another shudder from you. It pushed its way until it was fully inside of you. Its freezing cold clamps were pressed as close to your walls could go before he gave you a quick look, and then he moved It to open. It opened you with ease, but this discomfort from it brought forth a whine as it pried your walls open for him to take a peek at what he was working with.

“My my, what a beautiful fleshy valve. It's not every day I get to examine such a fine specimen. Your anatomy is so similar to our own-” he paused. “I wonder if…” He trails off before he's grabbing your thigh in one servo and pulling them further apart while the other keeps the clamps opened.

“You are absolutely drenched! Is this getting you wet? Such a bad girl, a naughty patient doesn't deserve good awards. Instead, they get to suffer the consequences.” He purrs before his lips are on your clit bringing forth a wail of surprise and pleasure as he sucked and swirled his glossa around it making your legs jerk and your body thrash as he hums around the sensitive bundle of nerves with a grin.

Swerve sat stiff, his knee joints ached as he sat with his thighs spread wide, and his helm tilted back while you worked between his quivering leg struts. You were attaching something onto his body, specifically his spike. You had called it a chastity cage, and while he was still learning human ways, he had grown interested in it.

He remembered seeing something like what was being put on him from a human holo film, according to what you called it, it's called ‘porn’. He still had no clue what it was but he trusted you over other sources.

He jolts with a whimper as the cold chastity finally clips into place and he hears you chuckle between his thighs. He feels your finger slip between the bars of the cage and stroke a small stripe down his chubby, stubbed spike. He hissed with pleasure as you teased the sensitive organ.

“So, how does it feel?” Your inquiry helped him focus again so he could get a coherent sentence out.

“Feels good, a little weird but it doesn't hurt.” He answers. He hears You hum in acknowledgment to his response before resuming your work of teasing his body. You take a finger and gently trail down his body, smirking as you trace the armoured plating that made up his chassis and stout frame. You took the trail all the way down to just above his spike, it earned a small jump from his skin growing erection.

He whined as your hands moved back up to his chassis to trace the metal, following the flow of his plating and tracing cables making your minibot lover squirm and whimper as you watched each small movement to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable.

He shuddered, his engine hiccuping as it revved excitedly, your small fingers slipped between the plating just under his chassis and teased the sensitive wiring there. He shifted with a moan of ecstasy as your fingers expertly rolled and tweaked at the wires.

His intake gaped open as his plating flared, his leg struts tensing as his hips buck forward, desperate for friction against his growing erection. His visor flaring a bright cyan as his frame leaned forward to be closer to you. His lip components parting as he gasped out a plea. “Please,sweetspark! I need it so bad!”

You looked down at his weeping tip, his caged spike was throbbing within its confines. Transfluids dribbled down the chastity, it was splattering onto his plating, and on the floor. Your tongue clicked against your teeth, tsking at the mess your boyfriend was making in his hab-suite. Your hand reached up to grab his helm, your fingers grasped a hold of the back of his helm and pulled him down closer to your own height. Only a few feet height difference made him just a little bigger than yourself.

“Only good boys get to overload, you are to address me as what?” You growl, earning a high pitched whine before you received your answer.

“Please, mistress. I need to release, it hurts!” You hum as if thinking before you lift a foot and press it against his caged spike. He makes a sound similar to a squeal of pleasure but his engine roaring covers it as your boot clad foot pressed down against his chastity. Watching as he tensed, holding back the overload that so badly wanted to be let go.

“Again, tell your mistress what you want.” You demand, the foot on his spike pressed down with a littke more pressure earning a shutter and a whine. He sounded so pathetic, it was cute~

“Overload! Please mistress, I need to overload!” He sobbed. You smirk and watch as his spike weeped for that release he so craved.

“Good boy~” You purred, with that he released. His cry was so delicious that your own arousal started to become unbearable as his transfluids painted your boot, his thighs, and the floor. You smiled, watching him as he slowly came down from his high. His visor flicked on and off as his systems roared to life to cool his frame down.

“Now look at the mess you made, we can't have your mistress wearing your fluids like this, now can we?” You didn't need to say anymore as the mech leaned down and used his glossa to lap up the spilled fluids off your boot. Your pussy clenching at the display, your hand moving down to your pants as you gropped at your crotch to try and relieve the pressure building.

“Once you are finish cleaning, I have another task for you. How does dessert sound?” Swerve moaned against your solvent covered boot as he sat up again and nodded eagerly. You didnt hesitate in taking your pants off and seating yourself against his face.