#vavleplug

A little sneak peak of a little something I did.

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Originally done for a NSFW October livestream on my Patreon

How about in the middle of battle?

He ignored the pain. Displayed on the six screens in front was the battle. They were holding on by a thread. Seeing a the left flank weakening, Prowl directed reinforcements to plug the hole just in time to see another line break. Prowl barked orders at the generals, castigated Optimus Prime and tried to weave order into the chaos unfolding before his optics.

Pain brought Prowl to his knees and he groaned as he dragged himself upright, bracing himself on his console. Prime's back was unguarded and Prowl ordered the Vanguard to close ranks. Through gritted denta, Prowl growled orders though he could hardly see the battle through the pain triggered static in his optics. His legs bowed and Prowl clung to his console as he tried to hold himself even half upright. There was an intense pressure within his abdomen. As if he was being rend open from within, the pain and the pressure forced his thighs apart and despite his efforts, Prowl collapsed onto the floor.

"Right!" He shrieked the order and the reinforcements swung 'round.

Prowl fell back on his elbows as a burning pressure build against low in his belly, in his array. He panted as he reached between his legs and found his array bared and his valve slick and dilated. As he tried to understand what was happening, an explosion shattered their lines and Prowl directed Superion to face Bruticus. Back bowed, Prowl felt a hard object butt against his digits where they rested over his cavernous entrance. Straining, Prowl braced his peds and pushed as the thing pushed against his digits. He screamed as it stretched his rim taunt before bursting free from his internals. With a shaking servo, Prowl raised the object as he craned his helm to look. And egg? He was... He was in emergence!

As Prowl writhed on the floor, he called out commands as his frame strained, another egg falling into position to evacuate his frame. There was no respite. Even as the second egg crowned against his rim, another wedged itself in his gestational duct. As he tried to see the battle, Prowl issued a final command before the violent demands on his frame became all encompassing.

"Holy Primus," Jazz cursed and Prowl screamed.

The largest egg yet broke from his internal duct and surged through his battered channel to strain his rim as it crowned. It was too big, much too big, it felt like something the size of his helm was trying to escape his valve. Jazz was staring at the ruin between Prowl's legs but Prowl did not have the strength or the processor to bark at him. Instead he braced his peds and strained uselessly.

"Holy Primus," Ratchet cursed and Prowl's helmed lulled. Who had called him? Jazz? "Four... five eggs. You can't do anything by halves. Jazz, get down here, take his ped.

"Wah?" Jazz's mouth gaped.

"He needs help pushing," Ratchet replied. "Take his ped, and hold it to your shoulder."

"Gah!" Prowl cried.

"I don't have a vacuum on me," Ratchet said. "Jazz, give me your servo."

"Eh?" Jazz asked.

"Here," Ratchet said. Jazz's servo covered the egg stuck in Prowl's internals "Now deploy your magnets and pull!"

Recovery

Contains consensual somnophilia and come inflation. No like, no read.

I really don't worry about "decency" and write whatever the hell I want as I want. As random as my smut gets, even with smut I am unnecessarily obsessed with plot so if I can't match the smut to plot points I like, I don't write it.