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Chapter 3: Vortex and Fireflight II
C.M.D: Another chapter of these two. What you see in Fireflight is standard Stockholm Syndrome and Vortex plays his sexual deviant/manipulator/sleazeball very well. Again, a censored edition is available on FF.net for those uncomfortable with the set-up.
Title: Clean up
Rating: G
Summary: Vortex decides to take care
of the mess in his room
The kittycon shook open the black
garbage bag, bending over and grabbing the scattered toys across his
berthroom floor. He didn't bother to check them or to differentiate
between the broken and good ones, just throwing each and every one of
them into the plastic bag. By the end of it, Vortex had himself two
stuffed garbage bags of unnecessary play things and dolls.
Kicking them to the side of his door,
the lynx slowly turned around his room, frowning in confusion. He ran
through the list of toys in his processor, checking them off as he
remembered chucking them into one of the bags. Even then, he realized
one was missing.
The kittycon double-checked every nook
and cranny in his room; lifting up the berth and checking in between
the mattresses. But still, no doll. Just where had the little
turbofox plushie gone?
Ears perking in thought, Vortex sat
down on his berth, staring intently at his door. “Did you take it,
snowflake?,” he whispered to himself, propping his chin on his
servos. “Did you want to have a memento of our time together?”
The kittycon's visor dimmed at the
prospect, a devilish smirk tugging at his lip components.
Title: Closet Monster
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fireflight gets a surprise
visitor
“M-mr. Stranger...?,” the sparkling
gasped, as he was pushed onto his berth, warm lip components mouthing
his little neck. He shuttered his optics in confusion, wriggling
heavily under the kittycon's frame.
Vortex hummed contently, drawing back
for a moment, his hips grinding between the autodog's open thighs.
“Call me Vortex, snowflake,” he purred, watching in excitement as
Fireflight gasped at the action. “I was so disappointed when I got
home and you were gone. I was hoping to play some more.”
The shih tzu moaned as the lynx slipped
his servos under the sparkling's shirt.
“But that's alright now. I found you
again and we can play all we want. So how about it? Want to come home
with me again, snowflake?”
Fireflight shook his helm, struggling
to speak. “I-i-i....,” he stuttered, moaning, “N-no, I w-want
to st-stay with m-my brothers. P-please..... please, d-don't t-take
me aw-away again.”
Vortex stilled for a moment, staring
incredulously down at the teary sparkling. “....Are you saying no
to me?,” the kittycon demanded, his tone dropping. “After I spent
so much time looking for, and then sneaking into your apartment?
Waiting for a moment when you were completely alone again?”
The white 'bot whimpered softly at the
claws running across his collar strut. He groped for the turbofox
plushie blindly, yanking it to his chassis and shuttering his optics
tight at the glare Vortex was now giving him. Again, the lynx paused
in his motion to choke the little autodog, staring in muted surprise
at the doll. Immediately, his entire demeanour changed.
“So you did take a doll,” the
bigger mech hummed merrily, nuzzling the frightened puppy. “Oh, I'm
so glad, snowflake. Were you afraid you'd miss me? Is that why you
took it? So you'd have something to remember me by?”
Fireflight shivered against the
affectionate touch, still clutching his doll tightly. “Y-yes...,”
he whispered in confession, burying his blushing face into the
turbofox's pelt.
Vortex's ears twitched at the words, a
slag-eating grin spread wide across his cheekplates. “Oh....,” he
cooed, “Oh, Fireflight. You make me so, so, so happy when you say
that snowflake.” Unzipping his fly, the kittycon let his codpiece
retract, his hungry spike pressurizing to its fullest length. “So
happy in fact, that I want to get inside of that slutty valve of
yours. How about it, hmm? Want to pull off your shorts for me and
show me that wet, filthy lil' port? I bet you're already soaked and
starving to be full again....”
The sparkling flushed brighter, moaning
as Vortex leaned down on him, rubbing his spike over the front of the
autodog's shorts. “Come on,” the lynx cajoled, leaning closer to
bite one of those plump lip components. “I know you want t-”
The click of a lock turning made them
both freeze. “Fireflight! We're home!”
“M-my brothers.....,” Fireflight
gasped softly. “Th-they're b-ba-!” Vortex quickly pressed a
finger to the sparkling's lip components, forcing his spike to
retract and covering himself up again.
“Ah, well.... that cuts the fun short
then for now. But,” he added, smirking down on his prey, “We'll
continue this at a later time. Just don't tell them that I'm here,
okay.”
Giving one last grind, the kittycon
quickly slid off the berth and soundlessly clambered back into the
closet from which he had first come out of. He started closing the
door after him, but paused, turning around and giving the younger
'bot a wink. “Remember snowflake,” he advised, “If you don't
want me to go away, you'll have to do everything you can to make me
stay. Even lie.”
The door closed on the red visor,
hiding Vortex from view. Sitting up quickly, Fireflight hugged his
plushie to his chestplates, torn about what to do.
“Fireflight?! Ah, jeez.....,”
Slingshot growled, rushing through the door. “Say something next
time would you! ....I'd thought you'd been taken away again.....”
“Of.....of course not!,” the
smaller shih tzu replied, turning to his brother with a smile on his
face. “D-did you guys have a fun trip?”
Fireflight scrambled off the berth,
bouncing to the door and Slingshot. The older mech just scoffed,
turning around and heading down the hallway, expecting his sibling to
follow. Fireflight did, sparing a glance back at the open crack in
the closet door.
Title: Wet
Rating: T
Summary: Someone gets a little
soaked
“Oh....” came the lustful purr,
“Now I know you're just doing this to tease me.”
Fireflight swallowed sharply, intakes
hitching as grey fingers picked at his wet clothes. Vortex's visor
gleamed at the sound he made, tail sweeping behind him sultrily.
“It's like you're a gift just for little ol' me.”
“I-i-i....,” the sparkling
stuttered, not offering even a complaint as he was lifted up and held
before the kittycon. “I-it was a-an accident, really.... I
di-didn't m-mean t-to sp-spill the jug....”
“Of course you didn't,” Vortex
replied distractedly. His attention was fixed to those lovely
energon-stained cheeks and plump lip components; dropping lower to
gaze at the clothes now sticking wetly to the shih tzu's frame,
thighs rubbing together self-consciously. The sight got the larger
mech's systems rumbling.
“Hmmm.... all the same, I think I'm
going to enjoy this,” the lynx purred, pulling Fireflight closer.
The sparkling gasped, clutching at Vortex's sleeves as a hungry
glossa snaked out for his neck.
Title: Concern
Rating: PG
Summary: Fireflight's brothers begin
to worry
It had been at least a couple months
now since Fireflight had returned home to them after his kidnapping
and at first they had thought maybe the sparkling would open up and
talk to them about what had happened to him. But it became obvious
after a week that Fireflight didn't want to talk about the incident;
in fact, he seemed to have clear forgotten what had occurred and who
was responsible.
Then a couple weeks later, the smallest
shih tzu began to act weirdly. He carried his turbofox plushie with
him everywhere he went, looking over his shoulder plating repeatedly
every few kliks and started whispering to himself in empty rooms when
he thought his brothers weren't paying attention. Sometimes, he'd
peek into closets, smiling and giggling.
Silverbolt was the most concerned about
this. After being abandoned orns ago by their creators, the shih tzus
had spent many stellar cycles struggling to keep together as they
were bounced around the foster care system. Eventually, the oldest
autodog had become of legal age to become guardian; he'd first gotten
out of the system himself, got a job and a small apartment and then
took his brothers out of foster care as well. It had been a fight,
since the Authorities didn't want to grant guardianship to
Silverbolt, but in the end the shih tzu had won custody of his
younger siblings.
He couldn't help but be worried all the
time now, acting as the adult for his brothers. Fireflight's
kidnapping had only increased his fears. Had he, in some way or form,
aided in his brother's disappearance and the strange way he acted
now?
Skydive tried to console him, and in
their own way, so did Air Raid and Slingshot, but the fact remained
that Silverbolt still felt responsible. Peeking into the berthroom
now, he watched as Fireflight giggled, standing at the closet door.
The smaller shih tzu whispered something into the dark space, leaning
inside so his face was obscured by the door, before pulling back,
giggling some more. He whispered again, before shutting the door and
skipping from the room. Silverbolt quickly tucked himself out of
sight as Fireflight went skipping past, coming out of hiding only
when the sparkling had gone into the living room.
Frowning in confusion, the older
autodog walked into the berthroom, slowly approaching the closet. He
rested a servo on one of the door knobs, just holding it there,
uncertain if he was being clear in his thinking or if he was giving
into simple paranoia.
Sighing after a klik, Silverbolt
removed his servo, quickly turning and exiting from the room. He
missed the door being pushed open an inch, a red gaze peeking
dangerously out from the dark space.
Title: Lunch Bag
Rating: PG
Summary: It's finally time for
school to start
Fireflight opened his closet door,
expecting Vortex to be there to greet him like he usually was. Today
though, the kittycon wasn't. The autodog's tail drooped sadly at the
revelation; closing the door, Fireflight started toward his berth.
Already, his knapsack was set on the berth -packed- and a change of
clothes for the orn were folded next to them. Putting down his doll,
the sparkling quickly changed out of his pajamas.
Even though he was sad that Vortex
wasn't there to greet him this morning, he was still very happy.
Today he would be starting school! Fireflight couldn't wait to meet
his new classmates and to see his new classroom.
“'Flight! Hurry it up -we're leaving
now!,” came Slingshot's impatient shout from down the hall.
“Yes,” Skydive added, his voice
raised but not yelling like the other shih tzu's. “You don't want
to be late on your first day, do you?”
“I'm coming!,” Fireflight called
back, quickly stuffing the fox plushie in his knapsack and slinging
it onto his back. Unable to quell his excitement, the sparkling
rushed from his room, ramming straight into Air Raid's side.
The older mech chuckled, lifting
Fireflight up. “Someone's eager,” he grinned. Air Raid cast a
quick glance over his shoulder plating to Slingshot. “Unlike some
others I know, this little butterfly can't wait to get to school.”
“Ah, shut up!,” growled Slingshot.
“C'mon, let's get going already!” The shih tzu turned and stomped
out the door, the other three following after him. Skydive pulled up
beside Air Raid, patting Fireflight's helm.
“You looking forward to the new
year?,” he asked.
“Yep!,” came the quick and cheery
chirp. The two older brothers smiled together; Air Raid nuzzling the
sparkling's ears. “You're going to have lots of fun, 'Flight,”
Air Raid assured.
“And you know where you can find us
if you ever need to,” the other autodog added. “We're just
upstairs, in the older kids' classes. Do you want me to write down
which room numbers we're in?”
“No, it's okay,” Fireflight said,
nuzzling Air Raid back. He squirmed, giggling, when his brother
started to pinch him playfully, turning his blue optics back to
Skydive. “I can find you on my own. I'm a big boy now.”
Skydive shuttered his optics in mild
surprise at the statement, before he merely smiled again; a small
vent escaping him. “Yes, of course you are,” he agreed, leaning
forward and kissing Fireflight on the forehead. “But there's no
harm in asking for help when its needed.”
The smaller shih tzu said nothing to
that, shifting until he could rest his helm against Air Raid's
shoulder plating comfortably; offlining his optics for the rest of
the trip.
Title: Stalker
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Groping, fingering and
manipulation
Summary: A special visitor comes to
Fireflight's school
“Hello, snowflake- it's me! Your
personal stalker!”
Fireflight turned at the call,
surprised, as Vortex stepped easily out of one of the washroom
stalls; a wide grin stretching the kittycon's lip components.
“V-vortex!,” the sparkling gaped, before letting out a little
squeal and running for the older mech. The lynx's grin widened as he
crouched down to welcome the autodog, scooping Fireflight up into his
arms.
“Did you miss me?,” he teased.
“Oh, Mr. Vortex I thought I wasn't
going to see you today! And I was really sad because I wouldn't get
to show you my brand new books and everything....,” Fireflight
replied, pouting sadly at the thought of having gone the whole orn
without seeing his strange friend. “But now you're here and I can
show you my class, and my teacher, and my new friends and-!”
“Sorry, cutie,” Vortex quickly
interrupted. “But I won't be able to see those things today.....
Now, now, chin up, snowflake. You can show me another day. For now, I
just wanted to come see how you were doing.”
The kittycon leered at the downcast
expression Fireflight wore. He loved the way those gorgeous optics
shimmered with tears. “And can I just say you're looking might
tasty, snowflake,” the grey mech purred, a servo already slipping
under the sparkling's shirt.
Fireflight gasped, cheekplates flushing
as long digits tickled up his spinal struts, before sinking back
under his pants. They curled around his aft, digging into the seams.
“M-mr.....Vo-vortex....,” the sparkling whimpered, squirming in
the other's hold.
Vortex smirked at the soft sound,
moving so he could push the pup against one of the stall walls. “I'm
gonna-”
The lynx stilled as he heard voices
approaching; the washroom door creaking open, sparkling voices
getting louder. Fireflight's gasp was muffled as he found himself
being carried swiftly into a stall; Vortex locking the door and
squatting on top of the toilet. He set the autodog on his lap,
fingers slipping back into the shih tzu's pants and stroking along
his codpiece. “We're gonna play a game, okay?,” the kittycon
whispered huskily, his lip components mouthing along Fireflight's ear
seductively. The other sparklings outside of the stall continued
their chatter, unaware of the two mechs hiding. “You've gotta keep
as quiet as you can -no noise whatsoever- or else you'll be found out
by the others. You don't want them to see you like this.... do you?”
Fireflight stifled his mewl as best as
he could, as he granted the lynx entrance; a grey finger slipping
immediately into his valve. Fortunately, Vortex's servo over his
mouth was able to drown out all the rest. Legs wrestled open further,
the sparkling felt his focus slip away entirely, his tiny fingers
scrambling over Vortex's servo, optical sensors rolling back in his
helm.
The lynx purred pleasantly as
Fireflight weakened against him, moans and shivers of ecstasy still
noticeable even despite his attempts to keep silent. His index finger
swirled along the rim of the autodog's valve before dipping inside,
pressing against all of the sensor nodes harshly. He almost drew a
squeal of surprise out of the sparkling with that, and it excited
Vortex hearing it. Quickly, he slid in a second, the tiny valve
already full with merely two digits. Seeing the tightness as a
challenge, the kittycon put in a third finger, then a fourth, the
warm passage rippling and giving easily around the intrusion.
Licking his lip components, Vortex
refrained from uncovering his spike, his attention fixed entirely on
the hot lubricants dripping into his palm and the wild bucking the
sparkling was falling into. “Ah, you're so lovely, snowflake,” he
rumbled into Fireflight's ear. “But if you make any more noise, the
other children will hear you. You really want to be caught, don't
you? Do you like the idea of having people seeing you like this, all
flushed and spread open, with my fingers buried deep inside your
fragging beautiful valve?”
“Oh, I bet you do,” the kittycon
continued, “You're so wet and hot for me, snowflake.... You just
love when I violate you like this, dontcha? I bet you just want to
have everyone know how much of a slut you are for me.”
The pup shivered violently, frame
spasming, as he overloaded; lubricants gushing down Vortex's fingers.
The lynx purred as he removed his servo from Fireflight's mouth, the
tiny autodog gasping for air desperately as the bigger mech slid his
fingers out of his valve fluidly. Vortex was proud as he glanced
downwards, seeing the supple walls retract back to normal size with
no trace of energon in sight. The best thing about sparklings was how
well their frames could adapt, and the kittycon had trained this
one's valve beautifully. He'd always have a tight but malleable port
to use at will until he grew tired of it.
“O-oh.....oh no.....,” Fireflight
hiccupped, squirming in Vortex's lap. The other 'bot looked down on
the whimpering sparkling, busy licking his delicious lubricants off
of his fingers.
“What's wrong, snowflake?,” he
asked disinterestedly, pausing in his self-cleaning. “If you're
worried about the others, they left just before we finished. We won
the game after all.”
The white autodog shook his helm at
those words, slowly climbing down from the kittycon's lap. Vortex let
him, watching the pup with a careful optic. “M-my..... my shorts,”
Fireflight replied meekly, his cheekplates flush with his
embarrassment and his optics glazed with coolant. “T-they're.....
they're all d-dirty now. I-i-i can't... can't g-go back to cl-class
l-like this....”
The lynx grinned as he dropped his gaze
to the sparkling's shorts. Indeed, the fabric was wet, soaked richly
from the lubricants he had pounded from Fireflight's sweet valve. He
thought the sight was beautiful and would have enjoyed seeing the
shih tzu walking around with such a blatant property mark, but of
course, secrecy was needed if he wanted to continue playing with the
puppy without challenge. “Well,” Vortex cooed, reaching into his
back pocket, “Good thing I have these then, hmm?”
He pulled out another pair of shorts,
similar in colour to the ones Fireflight already wore, to the
autodog's surprise and joy. “M-mr. Vortex,” the sparkling gaped,
his lip components quirked in a smile.
“Just Vortex, snowflake. Mr. is for
daddies. Now,” the mech cooed, pulling the little one close. “Let's
get you changed.”
Fireflight let himself be picked back
up and set in the lynx's lap; his sticky shorts pulled off his legs
slowly, servos clenched up at his face as he saw the hungry look
Vortex was giving him again. “You did make such a mess,” the
kittycon purred, lip components pressing against a shivering knee.
“I'd hate to let all this sweet lubricant go to waste..... but your
next class is about to start and you've been away too long. I'll have
to send you back but I will come see you later, my cutie.”
Vortex grabbed a fistful of toilet
paper, languidly wiping at the beads of lubricant still doting the
autodog's exposed valve, enjoying every additional tremble he got out
of the shih tzu. Finally, Fireflight did let his codpiece fall back
into place, halting any further fun the lynx might have had. Slipping
on the shorts for the white 'bot, Vortex put Fireflight back down on
his pedes; pinching at the base of the shih tzu's tail lightly.
“Go on then,” the kittycon waved
flippantly, “Go run along to class now. I'm sure you want to go
back and have fun with your new 'friends'.”
The shih tzu reached up on tippy-toe,
undoing the bolt for the stall, pausing and looking back at the older
mech. “Th-thank you, M-mr....umm, I-i mean, Vortex,” he mumbled
sweetly, his cheekplates stained with energon. “F-for the c-clean
shorts a-and, umm... b-bye!”
Yipping a little, Fireflight raced from
the bathroom as the bell rang over head, leaving Vortex behind,
forgotten momentarily. Not that the kittycon really minded.
Leisurely, the grey 'bot closed the stall door again with a pede,
holding out the sparkling's soiled shorts before himself. He twisted
them this way and that, slowly, admiringly, before pulling the clothe
to his olfactory sensor and inhaling deeply. The lubricant drying
still held a sweet, almost tangy aroma that stirred the lynx's lust.
These were definitely going into his
steadily growing collection.
Title: Tummy Ache
Warning: PG
Summary: Fireflight is feeling weird
Skydive stroked Fireflight's helm,
tugging the bedsheets higher up the shih tzu's chin. “Is this
alright, 'Flight?,” the older mech asked, brushing softly at his
brother's ears again.
The smaller autodog nodded his helm as
best as he could, whimpering when his sibling's servo left his
forehead. “I... I s-still don't feel g-good....,” Fireflight
mumbled, grabbing at the bedsheets. “S-stay...?”
“Yes, I won't be far, Fireflight,”
Skydive replied, kissing the sparkling's crown. “I'll just get you
some energon, okay?”
Fireflight nodded his helm, lying back
in his berth weakly. The larger shih tzu paused at the door, worried
that the sparkling might need him immediately, but Fireflight made no
such sign. With a sigh, Skydive forced himself to go to the kitchen
to grab a glass of energon like he promised, all the while pondering
about his youngest brother's peculiar upset fuel tanks.
Title: Jitters
Warning: T
Summary: Vortex can't wait to see
Fireflight again
The kittycon twirled across the room,
grin spread across his cheekplates. He held the broom close to his
frame, bopping to some unheard song, as he let his processor wander.
Why was this grown mech doing all of this in the first place?
Well, because of his little snowflake.
Vortex leered at no one in particular,
dipping his broom low to the floor. He imagined for a moment that it
was Fireflight in his arms; the sparkling looking up at him with
those large, uncertain optics, cheekplates flushed as he was lowered
to the floor by the lynx. Oh, how the grey mech loved that look. That
expression of innocence, slipping away, from trepidation and lust as
other unknown emotions were stirred for the first time.....
Stealing one's virtue had never been so
much fun.
“...Exactly what are you doing?”
Vortex looked up from the floor, where
he was currently straddling the broom, finding his sire Onslaught
looking back down on him oddly. The serval had his arms crossed over
his chestplates, a firm scowl fixed on his face as he looked down on
his son.
“Get up and shove that charge back
down into your systems,” the older kittycon growled, “You've got
work to do soldier.”
“Aye aye, capitaine,” Vortex
smirked, mockingly saluting as he scrambled back up to his pedes.
Onslaught snarled in disdain, turning and strutting from the room.
Purring, the lynx picked up his fallen broom, already thinking about
his next meeting with his favourite puppy.
Title: Surprise
Warning: M
Summary: Vortex discovers something
pleasant
The lynx growled as he slipped around
the tree, fangs bared at the sparklings. They immediately stopped in
their taunting, turning about and fleeing in terror from the mech.
Grinning wickedly at the fear he had caused from them, Vortex turned
back to the base of the tree, purring at the sight he saw before him.
“Well, hello snowflake.”
Fireflight hiccupped, twisting
uncertainly from where he had been shoved to the ground; cheekplates
rich with energon and optics dim and unfocused. Even from where he
stood, Vortex could smell the succulent lubricant seeping past seams
and sticking tender thighs quickly. He would never have suspected
that the sparkling would have hit his heat cycle so soon, but
nonetheless, the lynx was happy to come visit his prey when he had.
He would have hated it if some of the
other kids had gotten even a peek under Fireflight's lovely plating.
“What's wrong, cutie? Not feeling
well?,” Vortex teased as he crouched lowly, stalking closer to the
trembling sparkling.
“I-i-i....,” Fireflight choked,
whimpering as his heat spiked. His little fingers twisted themselves
in his shirt as coolant collected along the edges of his optics.
“V-vortex.... I-i..... no fe-feel g-good....”
The kittycon chuckled as he loomed over
the shih tzu. “Then allow me to be of assistance,” he purred
lowly, dipping down to the sparkling and wrapping his mouth around
the tiny, outstretched neck. Fireflight gasped at the touch,
clutching at the bigger 'bot as pleasure zinged across his sensory
net.
Title: Bundle
Rating: PG
Summary: Vortex returns home happy
Blast Off unwisely lowered his book as
he heard his younger brother enter the house, humming; siamese ears
perking in unease and a frown of annoyance pulling at his lip
components from behind the pages of his novel. Vortex sounded
happy.....
Too happy.
He watched as the other kittyon came
almost skipping past the living room, turning and starting up the
stairs that were right within direct sight of Blast Off. It didn't
escape the brown mech's notice that there was a small bundle cradled
in Vortex's arms.
As if feeling his brother's optics on
him, the lynx paused on the steps, crouching so he could look at
Blast Off sitting on the couch. “Tell Daddy-o that I'll be missing
dinner tonight,” Vortex grinned lustfully, “I've got things I
need to do upstairs in my room.”
Circuits crawling from the lewd look he
was unfortunate to be on the receiving end of, Blast Off quickly
buried his olfactory sensor back into his book. “You will be
punished,” he called, as he heard Vortex continue upstairs; humming
that blasted cheery tune again.
“Not until after I've been
rewarded!,” Vortex shouted back, before there was only the quick
stomping of pedes as the lynx hurried up the rest of the stairs to
his room in the attic above.
Title: Breakfast
Rating: NC-17
Warning: shota-con, oral and the
improper use of a table
Summary: Fireflight is hungry
“I....I'm hungry.” The little
autodog watched as his captor walked around the kitchen, pulling open
cupboards and drawers, looking for something obviously. Trying not to
sniffle, Fireflight sat quietly where Vortex had sat him on the
kitchen table, his fuel tanks twisting painfully among other aches.
Last night he had stayed up in the kittycon's room again, having been
brought straight to the lynx's home after he was found in heat the
other orn. At first, the shih tzu hadn't minded so much, because he
had felt really weird and everything that Vortex did made it all
nice.... but now it was the morning after. His frame was battered it
felt, his legs were weak, his bottom sore, his vocalizer a little raw
and his fuel tanks groaning seeing as he had missed dinner too. All
the pup wanted to do was get something in his tummy and go back to
sleep. Yet, he was still worried.
Would the kittycon let him go home this
time.... or would he force him to stay, like before? Fireflight
didn't want to miss his school or brothers anymore....
“Here snowflake,” Vortex purred,
setting a bowl of Energon O's beside the sparkling. “Enjoy.” The
autodog grabbed the bowl immediately, clasping the spoon tightly as
he quickly inhaled the cereal. It was a poor breakfast.... but at
least it was food. Putting the spoon aside once all the cereal was
gone, Fireflight tipped his helm back and drank the remaining
energon. Licking his lip components he rested the bowl in his lap,
looking to the lynx curiously who was sitting in front of him in one
of the chairs; red visor glowing as he stared unfaltering at the
sparkling.
“A-aren't.... aren't you going to
have some breakfast too?,” Fireflight asked innocently, looking
around himself. There was no other sign of a bowl or the like,
indicating that Vortex was going to eat as well.
The shih tzu felt his intakes hitch
when the kittycon gently removed his bowl, placing it off to the side
and leaning in closer. “But of course,” the grey mech rumbled
lustfully, “My breakfast is right here.”
Fireflight squeaked softly as he was
pushed back onto the table top, his shirt pushed up and his trembling
legs spread wide open. Before he had a chance to protest, a hot
glossa was licking from the bottom to the top of his codpiece
hungrily; circuits shivering at the heated contact before the
protective plating automatically retracted to grant his assailant
entrance. The sparkling mewled, knees snapping together around
Vortex's helm as his stretched valve was plundered again, this time
by the wet, writhing appendage burying itself through clamping walls.
It took barely kliks before the autodog was overloading; his valve
squeezing tight around the pleasantly invasive glossa, lubricants
gushing down and into the waiting mouth. Pulling out slowly, the lynx
leisurely lapped at the sparkling's rim, and then the rest of his
plating, moving upward and even licking away the splattering of
transfluid that decorated his bare abdomen.
“Mmmm...,” Vortex purred, leering
up at the shih tzu. “Thank you for the delicious breakfast.” He
pressed a nipping bite to the inside of Fireflight's thigh. “Now
here's the rest of yours.”
The kittycon straightened up, codpiece
retracting and spike pressurizing directly into the sparkling's valve
as he pressed their hips together. Gasping as he was immediately
stuffed, Fireflight whimpered and bucked on the table, helm tipping
back and mouth falling open as Vortex broke out into a rapid pace,
eager to mark his claim inside of the autodog once more. The table
creaked and swayed beneath them dangerously as the bigger 'bot
fragged his prey, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in to the
hilt, repeatedly smacking dead on into the cluster of sensor nodes
buried deep within Fireflight. Letting loose a choked scream, the
sparkling overloaded again, his valve clamping uselessly around the
large shaft rammed inside of him. Hissing at the sweet tightness,
Vortex thrust shallowly a couple more times before he reached his own
peak with a gravelly purr.
Keeping himself still buried into the
tender, little port, the kittycon grasped Fireflight under his
backstruts, pulling the sparkling with him when he fell back into his
chair. Whimpering breathlessly at the shift of angle, the autodog
grasped at Vortex's shirt, resting his helm on the other's chassis
tiredly.
“Oh, you must be kidding me!,”
snapped a voice suddenly. Jolting in surprise, the sparkling turned
his helm to the doorway, blushing as he saw it was the quiet siamese
standing there, a look of disbelief and disgust sketched across his
face.
“Ah..... looks like the fun's over
now,” the lynx sighed nonchalantly, patting Fireflight's backstruts
lightly. “Alright, time to get up, snowflake. Make sure you lock
all those juices up nice and tight, okay? Just like I taught you.”
Cheekplates dark with energon, the shih
tzu nodded meekly as he faced Vortex again; slowly, pushing himself
up off the kittycon's lap and letting his codpiece slide back into
place before too much transfluid slipped back out. “Good boy,”
Vortex purred at him, making the pup blush more. “Now, go clean up
and get ready for school. I'll come get you shortly.”
Trying his best to ignore the other
kittycon, Fireflight scrambled down from the grey mech's lap, pulling
his shirt down in an attempt to cover his naked aft as he hurried
from the room. The lynx was the only one who watched him go, licking
his lip components as he watched that adorable little tail peek out
from under the sparkling's shirt. “I trained him so well.”
“What,” Blast Off snarled, cutting
off his brother, “Do you think you are doing?”
“Having breakfast,” Vortex grinned
back. The siamese scoffed, sneering slightly at the other kittycon.
“You are disgusting.” The grey mech
shrugged. “Get out of the kitchen before I decide to chop of your
spike and grill it in the skillet,” Blast Off ordered coldly. “And
put on some clothes, for Primus' sake!,” he added as his younger
sibling rose to his pedes.
He wisely stepped out of the way,
giving Vortex plenty of room as the lynx calmly skipped out of the
room, unabashed about his nakedness or the fact that he had just been
'facing with a 'bot stellar cycles younger than their youngest
brother Swindle. Frowning, Blast Off stared at the table -the victim
in this heinous crime- before sighing and throwing his servos into
the air as he too left the kitchen. There was no way he would be
eating food in this kitchen today, let alone off that table ever
again.
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