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Chapter 12: Onslaught and Skydive II
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Chapter 12: Onslaught and Skydive II
Rating: M
Summary: Wet dreams
He couldn't stop the dreams....
“P-please, sir, I-i beg-”
“General,” growled a lustful
vocalizer in his ear. “It's 'General', to you soldier. Or have you
forgotten so quickly?”
A swift smack to his aft had the
autodog yipping in surprise, before he groaned meekly, wriggling for
more attention. The servo though rejoined its' brother, mapping along
the curve and bumps of his frame; pulling wide open his thighs and
tracing the contours of his pelvic plating, but never dipping into
the valve so unashamedly displayed. “P-please, Gen-general,”
Skydive almost whimpered as he tried to push into the larger chassis
hovering patiently behind him, “I-i beg of y-you: pl-please do not
t-tease me an-any further!”
“Talking back to your superior?,”
the other replied. The shih tzu could hear the smirk in his
assailant's tone; knew that he was being laughed at and hence forth
humiliated in a sense. “That's worthy of a demerit, soldier.”
Another slap across his raised aft. Skydive gasped in both pain and
pleasure, attempting to turn around and face his captor. But the mech
quickly pushed him down into the bedsheets with one large servo,
before two thick fingers were plunging into his valve.
“And now attempting to assault your
senior officer? My, my, my....,” scolded the stranger over the
autodog's moans. “You need to be straightened out, soldier, and I
think the best way is through a quick and rough lesson, don't you
agree?”
“Y-yes!,” Skydive yipped as the
fingers twisted suddenly in his valve, striking across several sensor
nodes at once and making lightning shoot up his spinal struts.
Gasping, the shih tzu pressed his forehead into the sheets, gripping
them tightly in his fists as he struggled to vent. “Pl-please,
General,” he begged wantonly, slowly rocking back into the digits.
He could hear his lubricants squelch as he drove the fingers in
deeper, silken walls rippling around the pleasant intrusion. Both
only furthered to fan the young mech's desires. “P-please! I w-wish
to learn!”
A purr resounded from behind him, the
vibrations carrying from the other's chestplates and down his
backstruts as his assailant pressed himself tightly to the shih tzu's
chassis. “And learn you shall,” husked the tempting vocalizer; a
hot glossa sneaking out and licking up Skydive's neck cables. “Under
my great tutelage, you will come to know many things soldier.”
It was barely an astrosecond between
the words before the two fingers were being ripped from his valve,
only for a much thicker spike to come slamming inside in their place.
With a scream of long-awaited ecstasy, Skydive arched back into the
stranger, coolant pricking at the corner of his optics as he cried
out the other mech's name with beloved reverence.
“O-onslaught!!”
xxXxXxx
Intakes hitching, Skydive shot up in
his berth, clutching the sheets to his chestplates desperately. For a
moment, the blue mech was confused about his surroundings, before
common sense regained control and he remembered that he was alone, in
his berth, at home.
It had just been a dream.....
A mighty horrible one at that. Sighing
softly, the autodog attempted to lay back down but found himself
sitting back up in a hurry. Blushing, he lifted his blankets, only to
find that he'd made a mess; lubricants slicked his thighs, soaking
into a small puddle in between his legs. He thought he might just be
sick from his shame alone!
Getting up quickly, Skydive first
gathered up his soiled bedding, throwing it into the laundry hamper
before dashing across the darkened hallway and to the washroom.
Shutting the door quietly behind him, the shih tzu turned on the
faucet, grabbing a wash clothe and wiping at his sticky legs in
silent embarrassment. He could not believe that he'd lubricated
himself in his sleep.... let alone had an inappropriate dream about a
mech he had only met a few times before.
Sighing again, Skydive quickly tidied
up and dried himself off, returning to his room and staring distantly
at his berth.
There was no way he was going to go
back to sleep now, if he was only going to be bothered by those
terrible visions again.
Grabbing a book from his dresser, the
shih tzu turned and left his room; heading straight for the living
room and a few hours alone with 'The Art of War'.
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