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The first time Starscream saw the small shuttle was when he was being careened around Vos on a leash at the hands of a filthy Iacon senator.
Starscream had to suppress his disgust, biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted energon on his glossa. It has been millennia since Vos has seen the birth of a shuttle frame carrier. These fliers were known as the rarest and most sought after frame-type in all of Cybertron. So to see one so easily treated like organic dirt on the bottom of their pedes? Well, it left Starscream oozing murderous intent, unable to even show a bit of decency towards the entourage of senators.
Vos always functioned under a certain set of rules. Many unspoken, but drilled into the brain modules of every single flier since their emergence day.
Lieutenant Commander— only second in power from the Commander of the Elite Vos Air Force— that was Starscream. Thundercracker and Skywarp stood next to him as 1st and 2nd Lieutenant, taking on roles as his right and left servo mechs.
When a small group of high-ranking individuals were set to attend the annual Vos charity auction, Starscream was immediately volunteered, despite his immediate protest. The Commander of Vos has always given him a hard time regarding his position, looking for ways to knock him down a peg and sabotage any future uprising. Starscream was obviously peeved, but took this task as a challenge to show his skills in handling international delegates.
Too bad this was going to be the last time the esteemed guests from Iacon were ever going to visit Vos.
The shuttle, Skyfire they called him, walked with his helm held low. Starscream suffered trying to even get a glance of the sparkling's faceplate, already knowing that a beauty beyond comprehension was shielded behind his raised arms.
The mech's armor was all white, decorated with accents of blue and red that wrapped around his small shuttle pack and fluttering wings. It was like being met by a goddess amidst the frozen tundra of an ice planet. Starscream felt his spark entangled in a red string of fate that connected him and that innocent sparkling.
He wanted him.
Starscream demanded Skyfire.
“Control your EM field, I'm getting all charged up over here,” Skywarp uttered between grit dentae. The 2nd Lieutenant jabbed his elbow into Starscream's abdomen, still maintaining the picture of elegance as he smiled at the passing senators.
Thundercracker rolled his optics, folding his arms behind his back and straightening his spinal strut. Starscream definitely did not miss the way his optics had raked down Skyfire's frame.
Coughing, the Lieutenant Commander suppressed his EM field, shutting down the electrical charges that littered the air with a spark of pure lust.
All three mechs turned their helms, watching as the Iacon delegates were escorted to their habsuites. At the very back of the pack was the Senator of International Communication. His digits were intertwined tightly with the end of the leather leash that pulled at the collar around Skyfire's neck with brute force.
As if sensing several gazes on himself, the little shuttle glanced back, freezing all three seekers with his icy blue optics before scampering to walk a few steps behind the growling senator.
The trine tilted their helms down in unison, noticing that the common modesty panel installed on all Cybertronians was missing from between his legs.
“I'm going to kill him.”
“And I'm going to torture him.”
“I will…” Starscream pauses. Tasting the subtle scent of lubricant in the air. Pheromones not familiar to the trine settled over their olfactory sensors, overloading their circuits with a burst of sweet, mesmerizing musk.
The shuttle was fertile.
“I'm going to make sure he is ours,” said Starscream, walking forward to follow the entourage, and cementing the fate of the disgusting senator and his adorable little pet.
…
It was quite honestly easier than Starscream thought. The senators of Iacon thrive on purpose, to feel like birds gawked by other mechs while flaunting their polished armor and popular Iaconian frame modifications.
Skywarp had already memorized the delegate's schedule within a few kliks and was in the process of feigning a sincere apology when he had to stop the Senator of International Communications, Hog— or was it Fog? Not like he cared— in his tracks at the front entrance of today's meeting room.
“I am greatly sorry senator, due to the material being discussed, we cannot allow anyone other than our prestigious high-ranking politicians past these doors.”
That was a lie, of course.
Starscream had taken it upon himself to outline all of the proposals for the military meeting. While this was portrayed as a peaceful assembly between leaders of two cities, Starscream knew that this was a chance for Vos to gain the upper hand in both domestic and international trades. Everything was carefully detailed down to the smallest margin of error in order to ensure smooth future operations.
Of course none of this was top secret. The Vos Commander would introduce such information to all Vos citizens in a future press conference, but the Iacon officials didn't have to know that.
Skywarp's acting was phenomenal to a point that it left Starscream and Thundercracker shuddering in excitement.
The pair watched like predators as Skywarp effortlessly de-escalated a tantrum from Senator Mog and carefully pointed to the two members of his trine with a faux smile.
“We promise that your dear pet will be in safe hands senator. Vos Air Commander assigned us three as the Iacon delegates bodyguards. You will find no scratch or dent on Skyfire's pretty frame.”
The Senator didn't seem convinced. Skyfire remained next to him, silent and staring straight ahead like he was lost in thought.
“Fine, but do not hurt my precious little Skyfire you hear me!”
Skywarp had to stop himself from rolling his optics. He just nodded in agreement and took the leash from the senator's hands, guiding him inside the conference room and shutting the door with a heavy thud. Silence befell the hallway before all three mechs came to stand in front of Skyfire, crowding the young sparkling with their much larger frames.
Skyfire’s optics went wide with fear. It took a klik for his brain module to register the three seekers pushing for his attention. His little spark thumped rapidly in his chassis, energon pulsing through his fuel lines and filling his circuits with a dose of adrenaline.
The trine originally said nothing, just watching the shuttle fidget with his digits, thighs rubbing together until they turned raw like sandpaper.
Skywarp was the first to make a move. Hoisting Skyfire from his armpits, the jet raised him in the air, at a distance, while beginning to study the shuttle's features.
“Wow, you're way cuter up close.”
“Let me see.” Thundercracker shoved his way into Skywarp's personal space. He pushed the purple mech's helm so that he could get a better view of Skyfire who was furrowing his brows and pouting his lips.
Little pedes began to kick in the air. Bright, blue optics tracked the bot's movements, pupils dilating because of the fear that began to seize his little frame down to the tiniest atom.
“Yeah, he is cute, I like his small wings,” Thundercracker reached out, ignoring the flinching sparkling to rub the top of his helm. “Ha, I can wrap my entire servo around your helm, I bet I can crush you easily.”
Skyfire whimpered, lips turning downward into a frown. Coolant began to pool over the edge of his optics.
“Stop playing around! Can't you see you're scaring him!” Starscream yelled. He kicked Thundercracker out of the way and snatched Skyfire from Skywarp's servos. The commander snarled at his trine, glaring at them until they bowed their helms in shame. Satisfied with the complacency, Starscream turned back to the sparkling and gave an eager smile.
“Don't worry about them, I'll protect you dear Sky… fire?”
His supposed grandiose speech ended short, words trailing off as he looked down at the blushing sparkling, optics trailing over his small frame to the puddle of waste fluids trickling from his array.
All the excitement— fear actually— caused Skyfire's internal system to blare warning signals across his HUD. The imminent danger that stood before him in the form of a trine with tactile military training. They clearly had the strength to snap Skyfire's helm from his spinal strut. His terror essentially snowballed into initiating a protocol of fluid expulsion.
Skyfire voided himself out of fear, basically.
The three seekers were left speechless, watching in awe as Skyfire voided. The shuttle's optics fell to the floor, dentae over his lips as the stream continuously gushed for what seemed like an eternity. His legs parted, valve lips fluttering open to allow for the liquid waste to easily flow out of him. For a klik the stream stuttered and Skyfire bent his knees, groaning as he pushed, protomesh contracting and shooting out a final spurt of piss.
The sparkling gave a vent of relief, falling slack in Starscream's servos.
Silence followed. Skyfire’s optics fluttered shut, as if the act of voiding himself drained him of all of his energy. The three seekers were left aghast, unable to even utter a word but stare at the shuttle’s wet valve lips covered in a glossy sheen and the puddle of liquid below him.
Starscream’s hold on the sparkling tightened until his digits were digging dents into his abdominal plating.
Skywarp uttered a single sentence.
“That was so hot.”
Thundercracker nodded next to him.
Without even a glance back at his trine, Starscream pulled Skyfire close to his chassis, unbothered by the drops of waste trickling down the sparkling's thighs and over Starscream's legs. He walked down the hall with purpose. Away from the meeting room and his assigned duties of guarding the officials from Iacon. Skywarp and Thundercracker moved along with him, not really caring about being dealt disciplinary action for their post abandonment. The pair were synchronized as they flanked Starscream, keeping their optics on the confused sparkling.
Walking down barren halls, the trine had eventually reached the medbay. Usually the offices in this building weren't staffed by a medic as less carnage was expected to happen in conference rooms. Thundercracker shut the door behind them, making sure it locked while Starscream handed Skyfire over to Skywarp who happily took him in his arms. He deposited the sparkling onto his lap with his spinal strut against Skywarp’s chassis.
Skyfire began to tremble again, little digits fidgeting with the seams of his plating. His optics scanned the room for an immediate escape route, but was quickly deterred by Skywarp's warm servos patting the top of his helm. His digits rubbed soothing circles over Skyfire's audials, eliciting a content purr from the shuttle.
Thundercracker got down on his knees in front of Skyfire. He smiled, trying to seem non-threatening, even inviting as he took one of Skyfire’s pedes in the palm of his servo and began gently rubbing it.
Starscream stood back, watching, studying the sparkling’s movements. It didn’t take long before he had become mush in the pair’s servos. His frame sagged in Skywarp’s hold while his legs had fully spread, displaying his valve and peeking node for the occupants of the room.
“Mm good…” Skyfire muttered. He was so lost in the pleasant touches that his initial fears were soon forgotten.
All three seekers preened. Protocols were overridden and cooling fans were forcefully shut down in attempts of being able to hear more of those soft sighs from the shy shuttle.
“Feel nice mm…”
“Yeah, do you like it when I rub right here?” Skywarp’s digits circled the shuttle’s left audial. They dipped over the indents to draw out a whine from Skyfire’s voice module.
Skyfire nodded, throwing his helm back and displaying his throat in an act of submission.
“What about this?” Thundercracker asked, peppering little kisses over Skyfire’s inner thigh and crawling up his white plating until he had reached the swollen, red anterior node. He lapped the puffy valve lips, dragging his glossa up until he was suckling on the peeking node.
This time Skyfire keened, intake open and small glossa peeking out. “Y-yes, also good.”
“What a good boy Skyfire,” Starscream praised, smirking as he saw the little shuttle’s optics twinkle excitedly from the compliment. “Is there anything else that Skyfire likes?”
The shuttle furrows his eyebrow plates, lips pursing in concentration as he thought about Starscream’s question like it was the most complex problem in all of Cybertron. The trine noted how adorable it was to see him concentrating. They could have waited as the young bot tried coming up with a response, but despite their rigorous military training, they weren’t patient enough and continued fiddling with Skyfire’s most sensitive spots.
“Ah mm…” his small voice trembled, legs wrapping around the bent of Skywarp’s knees for stability while his small hips humped the air from the hot brush of Thundercracker’s breath. “I-I don’t know what I like ngh!”
Thundercracker gave the node another teasing lick, sucking the tiny nub into his intake and laying the flat of his glossa over the nodule while humming. The act sent tiny vibrations all the way up Skyfire’s array, tingles of pleasure coursing through his frame’s circuits.
Starscream smiled, enjoying how easily the shuttle fell into putty in their servos. “Well, how about we help you find out what you like.”
Skywarp tried not to laugh, noting another one of Starscream’s conniving schemes in the making.
“Help me? Why— eep!”
His vocalizer chirped before sputtering out into a long, drawn out purr. Skywarp’s digits traced circles around Skyfire’s audials, teasing behind his helm ridge and trailing his servo down the beautiful, pale neck.
“Why wouldn’t we want to help you?” Skywarp asked, dentae nipping at tiny finials. This causes Skyfire to jump, pelvis slamming against Thundercracker’s olfactory sensor and leaving him with a throbbing nose.
The large jet directs a glare at his trinemate who shamelessly winks back.
Starscream rolls his optics at their antics. Still focused on Skyfire, he slithers forward, standing before the shuttle. His optics quickly dart to the pink sheen of lubricant that dribble out from between Skyfire's valve lips.
“You're special Skyfire.”
“Special?”
All three nod in unison.
Skywarp trails a digit down the center seam of Skyfire's plating until he stops at the dip of his aft, right before his fluttering aft port. Skyfire lets out a pitiful chirp, leaning forward into Thundercracker's arms and hiding his face in the crook of the flier's neck.
Thundercracker grinned, now on the opposite end of Skywarp's glare. He drew Skyfire close, wrapping his arms around the small frame and inhaling the honeyed scent of the tiny shuttle in heat. It was a fresh sweetness that clouded their judgement receptors.
Skyfire didn't know how breathtaking his scent was, the way it was driving the three most powerful warframes on Vos alone mad with insatiable lust.
While Skyfire was in the palm of their servos, teased and toyed like a pretty doll, it was actually Skyfire who had the upperhand. What the shuttle desired then the trine will force it into existence, anything for even the faintest taste of that dribbling slick on their glossa.
A muffled cry escapes from Skyfire's small intake. Thundercracker nibbles on his neck cables, drawing a bead of energon from the thin protomesh.
“Don't hide your voice, we want to hear more.”
He shakes his helm, hiding his face deeper in the crook of Thundercracker's neck.
Skywarp bores of simply watching and continues his assault on the sparkling's taut aft port. The mesh pulses, easily opening up to accept Skywarp's digits without even a struggle.
“What a good bot, you're being so pliant for us,” Starscream praises, leaning to card his digits over Skyfire's audials. “Bots who act good get a treat in return.”
“A treat?”
Starscream nods.
Stepping between his trinemates, he hoists Skyfire from Thundercracker's servos. He holds the shuttle against the grooves of his waist plating and quickly leans in to press a kiss to the bot's helm.
Skyfire blushes, stuttering from the way he's gently handled. Two more kisses follow, another over his right audial and the last over the base of his neck. He shudders, feeling a persistent heat over the spots where the seekers kissed.
“Let us go back, it is time we return you.”
The mood in the room drops. Skyfire's warm frame instantly turns cold the moment he hears those words. Looking up at Starscream he's met with a bitter smile. The corner of his lips reach all the way up to his soulless optics. Skyfire can’t even muster a complaint. He remembers the rules the senators always told him and lowers his helm while nodding.
The tiny shuttle bites his lips, suppressing the tears that well up in the corner of his optics. Thundercracker and Skywarp assume position behind their Lieutenant Commander. Their arms cross over their spinal strut, digits digging into the protomesh of their palms until energon oozes from the crescent marks.
Starscream mutes the blaring noises of a screaming Senator over his comm. The Vos Air Commander utters a series of curses before the line goes silent.
He vents, looking down at the sparkling. Under his arms he can feel slick dribble over the back of his wrist.
He remains silent, knowing that once Skyfire was returned he was going to head back to his berth chambers and consume the sweet lubricant like a starved mech.
…
“Let me have a taste!”
“Move it, I'm not done yet!”
They were quite literally like rabid petro-rabbits.
The trine's trek back to the conference room was reluctant and languid. Each step felt torturous for all parties involved. While Starscream remained silent with his helm held high, Skyfire was pitifully sniffling in his arms.
His blue optics were covered with a sheen of coolant, just barely bursting from his rims and cascading down his cheeks. Skywarp had to stop himself from leaning forward to lick the tears away.
Their arrival to the meeting room was met with piercing cries and servos raised in the air. Thundercracker was quick to pin the Senator's wrist behind his back before he could land a hit on Starscream. This was followed by more cursing and threats. The Vos Air Commander shooed away Starscream and his trine with a vile glare and began the arduous task of placating the snobbish senator.
Starscream nearly opened his intake to finally blurt out exactly what he thought about the Air Commander at this very moment, but stopped himself as a comm message flashed across his HUD. With grit dentae, he excused himself and turned away without another word.
Skyfire watched the trine leave, staring at each of their spinal struts. He rubbed his thighs together, whining when a glob of lubricant crawled down his legs. Their gentle touches still lingering as like the touch of molten lava all over his frame.
Which now brings us to the present.
“Stop monopolizing it!”
“how about you stop pushing!”
Such a tense atmosphere was quickly overshadowed by the heavenly scent of Skyfire's slick that stuck like a layer of honey over Starscream's arm. The trine had returned to their shared berthroom and were already at each other like cats and dogs trying to get a taste, even just a whiff of the shuttle's lubricant.
Starscream growled, trying to pull his hand away from Thundercracker's death grip. The seeker lapped the side of Starscream's wrist, shuddering as the taste of lubricant coated his glossa.
Skywarp was in the process of yanking Starscream's arm to his olfactory sensors. He was so desperate to inhale the potent musk that nothing could dare stand in his way.
“You slags! Let go of my arm!” With a violent cry, Starscream yanked his arm away from his feral trine, glaring at the pair who challenged their leader's commands. “Filthy scraplets, stop trying to take what clearly belongs to me. This is mine to consume.”
He hisses at Skywarp and Thundercracker, not backing down as they glared back with equal dominance. It was a few seconds of staring each other down until the first and second in command ultimately accepted defeat and backed down. Starscream nodded approvingly, pulling the slicked servo up to his olfactory sensors and inhaling the sweet scent. His optics nearly rolled to the back of his helm from the enticing smell.
Skywarp and Thundercracker pout like petulant sparklings as they watch Starscream lick up the rest of the slick.
“What are we going to do now Starscream?” Skywarp speaks up.
“What do you mean?”
“About Skyfire and those Iacon senators! I'm starting to lose my mind dealing with those pretentious slags!” Thundercracker growls, holding his helm in his servos as if a great pain courses through his brain module. “I want Skyfire.”
“We want him now!”
“Quiet!” Starscream commands. Rising on his pedes, his first and second rose along with him, quickly moving into military formation with their arms behind their spinal strut. Starscream nods, once again pleased with their obedience.
“We have more than ample opportunity to take Skyfire from the senators.”
“But how? Tomorrow is their last day and—” Skywarp shuts his intake, voice trailing into a soft whine as Starscream comes up behind him to toy with the nape of his neck.
“Patience Skywarp, you should know better than to rush a mission. I've gotten most of the major details taken care of, now we just have to wait for tomorrow's main event.”
He places a chaste kiss on the corner of Skywarp's lips, smiling along with his Lieutenant's goofy grin. Twirling around his second in command, Starscream comes to rest an arm over Thundercracker's shoulders, leaning into his rigid frame.
“I promise the wait will be worth it. Along with getting rid of those Iacon scum, we will also take our claim over the Vos throne.”
Thundercracker's engines roar at the touch of Starscream's palm over his front array panel. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
The teasing seeker swiftly moves away from Thundercracker's reach, dropping against the plush berth and bouncing upon the arrangement of soft pillows and cozy blankets. A nest for the elite trine that was unfortunately missing one final key piece to their puzzle.
“I received notice… from Megatron.”
The duo sputter, servos clenching tightly against their spinal column. Their optics scan across the room, as if just uttering the name itself brought about some sort of impending doom. Skywarp is the first to make a move, unable to control the swell of charge that crackles through his digits. His outlier abilities—teleportation— suppressed for what seemed like centuries because of the current congress and their fears of his powers. He held back his wicked thoughts, forced to control his carnal cravings for a Vos that he no longer held any sort of loyalty for.
Skywarp wanted carnage and energon to be spilled, and this was finally the moment at their digit-tips.
“Is he coming?! I mean…” Thundercracker couldn’t stop himself from blurting out his questions. He’s always been like that, a large, eager techno-pup who hid a pair of razor-sharp canines behind his lax attitude. “Is our time finally here Starscream, are the—”
“The Decepticons,” Starscream acknowledges.
Oral lubricant pools inside of Thundercracker’s intake. His glossa swims in the liquid, having to swallow back the dribbling spit. His optics cycle, pupils focusing and unfocusing until a violent red begins to shine across the glass cylinders.
Thundercracker chuckles, timid laughter exploding into a vigorous cackle that shakes his frame down to his very spark.
“This is it, our time is finally here… Freedom.” Thundercracker cries.
“Carnage…” Skywarp continues.
“And deception,” finishes Starscream.
Rising from the berth, he beckons his trine, pulling them by the shoulders until their limbs intertwine in a tangled mess where you cannot unravel their tangled frames. Starscream inhales the comforting scent of his most trusted comrades. The scent of another lingers, Skyfire’s slick is still potent in the air that it fills the trine with a sort of adrenaline rush.
“We will finally claim what has always belonged to us.”
Their dear city, and the dear shuttle along with it.
…
It was the day of the charity ball and Starscream felt nothing but abhorrent disgust. A foul taste settled over his glossa in a layer of putrid waste. The servo at his side clenched, nails digging tightly into his palm until his entire fist went numb from the force. His audials quickly picked up on a high pitched ringing sound. Turning his optics for just a nano-klik he saw as Thundercracker placed his cracked glass of energon on the table. His digits contorted, unable to fit comfortably in his servo, but searching for something to dig his own nails into.
Their optics met in that short klik and more than a million words were conversed in that short moment.
“So cute, I never thought I would ever get to touch a shuttle,” a Vosnian council member slurred. His cooling fans blew with great intensity, forcing out hot air that smelled heavily of highly-concentrated engex. “I wonder what color you are down here?”
Skyfire choked on a cry, pedes flying in the air as he was scooped into the arms of the no-name council member and groped all over his transformation seams. From this distance it was easy to see the sparkling’s trembling form— his thighs which rubbed together so tightly that not even prying digits could slip between the grooves.
There was another crack, this time it was clearly the sound of glass shattering followed by a stream of curses. Thundercracker rolled his optics, grabbing Skywarp’s servos to rub away the pieces of glass that clung to his protoform.
“I’m going to rip that slag’s protoform slowly from its skeletal structure so that he suffers a cruel and terrible—”
“Skywarp,” Starscream interrupts, looking back at him with a deathly glare. “As much as I agree with your comment, let’s use our indoor voice. The time is almost here.”
The second in command quickly shuts his intake, grumbling to himself under his breath while Thundercracker finishes extracting the rest of the glass pieces from the palm of his servo.
Silently, the trio resumed their staring, watching bitterly as Skyfire was once again passed over to another council member, this time a femme who dragged her long claws across the front of Skyfire’s chassis. The sound created was violent, like a dull knife against their audials. Starscream felt his processors boil,like he was being doused in a bucket of molten lava.
“So beautiful, those creamy thighs and twitching pedes. Would be a shame if you couldn’t use them anymore,” the femme purred.
“P-please don’t, I like my pedes…” Skyfire cried.
Fat, coolant tears began to pool across the rim of his optics, sliding across his cheeks, painting them a dark color like the darkness that swirled inside his spark with each new servo that fondled his plating. The shuttle couldn’t suppress his sobs, hanging his helm low and trying to curl up into a ball until nothing or no one could ever dare to pry him open.
“Hey move over! I want to taste his tears, I hear shuttle tears can replenish energy.”
“No way, it’s my turn! Skyfire sweetie, open up that panel for me please, I just want to see what color the lips are.”
His optics, which shined such a brilliant blue, like the sky of Vos that held limitless dreams and potential, were now dulled. His frame was maneuvered until not even he could muster the strength to pull free, simply handled like a pretty doll for the councilors to use and abuse.
“When is he going to get here?” Skywarp grits through his dentae, servos already positioned against the weapon at his hip.
“Shouldn’t be much longer. Megatron said he should be here in only 10 kliks— Oh, Air Commander, what a pleasant surprise!”
Starscream immediately dons a faux smile, acting so delighted as the Vos Air Commander saunters up to the trio. The jet who wobbles on his pedes from all the engex simply responds with a grimace, rolling his optics and chugging the rest of the engex sitting at the bottom of his cup. Starscream keeps his smile wide, corner of his lips twitching as he patiently waits for the Commander to finish drinking.
He wipes his intake with the back of his palm and places a heavy servo over Starscream’s shoulder. The sudden contact rattles everyone’s processors that Thundercracker moves on instinct to yank Starscream away from their superior’s touch.
The Air Commander laughs, it’s absolutely sickening, just like the disgusting laughs of the Iacon senators who tease Skyfire’s wings, tugging at the ailerons until the young mech is moaning in pain.
He stops and focuses on whats in front of him for now.
“Starscream, you and your mechs have always been so on edge. Take it easy, it’s a party! Why don’t you drink a few shots of engex and mingle with our wonderful guests.”
“No thank you, I am still in charge of guarding the delegates as well as maintaining security around the building perimeter. I will continue to do my job as intended for the rest of the evening.”
This causes the Commander to frown, lips curling up angrily.
Across the room, Skyfire falls to his knees, trying to crawl across the floor and underneath the table.
“Always so high and mighty with you. Acting like you know better, as if you are better than me? You piece of scrap, if it wasn’t for my recommendation you wouldn’t even be standing here in the first place. I know what you’re thinking, Starscream, your stupid smile hides nothing.” His digits jab between Starscream’s cockpit, leaving smudges against the glass.
“Oh is that so, I highly doubt you can even begin to understand what I’m thinking.” He stands his ground, taking a step forward and causing the Commander to falter backwards.
Skywarp and Thundercracker remain at bay, knowing that Starscream would abhor their help now that he finally has the Air Commander in his clutches.
“Where should I begin? Maybe start with the fact that this whole meeting with Iacon politicians was just some clever ploy to hide that you’ve been digging into government funds for your trips to oilhouses. Or the fact that you actually managed to sit there and listen to those grounder’s slop about building automobile transportation highways across our beautiful land of Vos just so you can get a little more shanix in your servos.”
Each word is spat like acid, oozing with such ferocity that even the occupants across the room shudder at the venomous voice. Starscream stops him before he can even get another word out.
“Not just that, but the fact that you as the Vos Air Commander have done nothing to hear the pleas of your own brethren. Instead, choose to pursue your own pleasures and wet your spike! You are a disgrace to the country of Vos, a disgrace to the everlasting skies which have become dulled with your disgusting propaganda. I will take nothing but pure pleasure as I strip you of your name, your title, and your very purpose until not even the pits of Unicron will want to have anything to do with you.”
Silence follows.
Then whimpers as the cries of Skyfire are loud across the room. A trailing servo sneaks underneath his aft, cupping the soft protomesh of his valve lips and trying to slip a digit between the folds.
Skyfire shakes his helm, optics scanning around the room until he locks optics with a fuming Starscream. Time feels like it stops as just for a klik all Starscream can focus on is the way Skyfire’s brows furrow before his tiny lips utter a single word.
“Help.”
And then the building literally collapses.
A loud rumble and a sonic boom scrambles the audials of every occupant in the room. Senators and council members fall to the floor in fear as the sky literally begins to crumble on top of them. The glass dome of the large event room fall like pieces of fragmented stars, cascading over the frame of femmes and mechs who scream.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? High councilor Fog and his entourage have decided to have a little fun with the Vos elite while the bots of his sector toil away in the underground until their sparks cease to exist.”
“Megatron!”
“It’s Megatron, run!”
"Oh what delight it is to hear the frenzied cries of these pitiful fools as they waste their energy trying to run."
Such efforts are completely wasted. The moment they step foot past the door their fates are already sealed. Just like the deaths of the frames they’ve desecrated under their rule, it is now the turn of those same low-class scraps to finally have their revenge. Limb by limb the Iacon delegates are quite literally torn apart, their arms mutilated and legs pried apart from their main frames.
The cries of the wicked are like sweet hymns to Starscream’s audials.
Megatron laughs, stepping elegantly across the mangled frames and standing before Starscream and his commanders.
Thundercracker and Skywarp remain at attention, keeping their same stance as if Primus were standing before them. Their helms remain low, but Starscream has no trouble looking Megatron straight in the optic.
The warlord nods, pleased. “No fear, I like it. You are Starscream, Thundercracker and Skywarp, yes?”
“Yes, lord Megatron.”
“Lord Megatron? Yes, I am your lord, perfect. I thank you for taking care of the pesky guards across the Vos border, it definitely made it easier to enter.”
Skywarp preens behind Starscream. His teleportation abilities came in handy knocking down most of their elite guards.
“We are more than pleased to assist you, Lord Megatron. I thank you for coming here and gracing us with your presence.” The trio bow but are quickly waved away by a gunmetal servo.
“Enough of that, go take care of what it is that you need. You have until the sun rises to get everything you need before we depart.”
“What about you, Lord Megatron?”
Megatron smiles, raising his arm with his cannon strapped across his bicep. The air around the barrel pulses, a bright, purple light pulsing to life.
“I'll have a little bit of fun until then.”
Starscream and his trine nod, watching as Megatron braves the smoke, maniacal laughter following whatever carnage he ignites with that weapon across his arm.
“He's kind of weird…” mumbles Thundercracker, finally releasing the tension from his shoulders.
“It doesn't matter, he is our ally now, our lord. We must go grab what is ours before it's too late.”
“Skyfire,” All three proclaim in unison. Nodding, they shift into alt modes, flying into the sky and initiating turbo boost.
“Before returning him to that stupid Iacon senator I placed a tracking device underneath Skyfire's shuttle pack. The beacon is alerting of his presence over at the takeoff strip. That senator Fog or whatever must have managed to make an escape before Megatron got to him.”
Thundercrackers engines rumble, boiling with an intense hatred at the thought of Skyfire ever leaving their grasps. The trine make haste, flying across the air and shooting through military forces that have identified the trio as traitors. They make it across the city in record time, quickly transforming into their root mode in time to see the disgusting Iacon senator dragging little Skyfire across the landing strip trying to find some sort of escape vehicle.
They move in unison, quickly surrounding the anxious grounder and hold their weapons at his helm.
“Stay back! Don’t come any closer!”
He screams, pushing the poor Skyfire in front of him like some sort of shield. Disgusting.
“Step away from him now," Thundercracker grits through his dentae, having to suppress the violent anger that pours from every orifice.
The senator is too overcome with fear to even listen or act upon any logic processors. He was supposed to be a bot who had been trained to make sound and reasonable decisions while never crumbling under stressful situations. Yet, here he was, backed into a corner and forced to act upon instinct and focus on his own salvation.
Just like a coward.
“Get away! Don't come any closer or—”
“Or what? Say it! Say what will happen!” Skywarp spits venom, optics blown wide, and cables pulsing with a concoction of rage and adrenaline. He is aware of even the most miniscule movement, ready to act and attack.
In response, senator Fog yelps, nails digging tightly into Skyfire's shoulders causing the shuttle to weakly cry.
It's like a trigger. Starscream reacts violently upon hearing Skyfire's pained cries and powers on his thrusters at full capacity. It's the fastest he's ever moved, even Starscream is taken aback by his own speed because by the time he finishes blinking, Skyfire is held in his arms, clinging tightly to the grooves of his plating. Behind them, the senator screams in anguish, vocalizer crackling with static as he falls to his knees, clutching at the mutilated stump that was his left servo.
“SLAG YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SCRAPS DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!”
He continues to scream, wails piercing their audials with a grating, high-pitched shriek like nails against a chalkboard. Energon coats the ground below him as it spills from his mangled frame. Vents come out quickly and sporadically, he tries to reach for his severed servo across the ground but his reach is intercepted by the heavy pede of Skywarp who crushes his other servo below his heel.
“AGH FUCK!” He sobs, coolant pouring out of his optics as his servo is slowly gutted, crushed underneath the jet’s weight into a shattered mess of wires and protomesh.
“Do you know what you’ve done?! I am an Iacon senator! You have ruined the relationship between Iacon and Vos! Expect an assault from Iacon for this treachery!"
Thundercracker scoffs, walking behind the senator. “Assault? What about a war?”
“What are you talking about?”
“He’s right, senator,” Starscream speaks calmly, voice composed at a low level as he walks up with short strides to stand above the trembling senator. Skyfire remains in his arms, nestled against Starscream’s neck. His shaking has stopped but his optic-lids are tightly shut as if a great monster lies in wait for him to look upon his visage.
He brings a servo to cradle the back of Skyfire’s helm and continues to speak. “Vos and Iacon, in fact the entirety of Cybertron will be in the midst of war. It's honestly hilarious how you thought this was just going to be some simple peace negotiation with engex and pleasurebots for you to indulge in. I received communication sooner which worked in my favor. Seeing you lay your filthy appendages on our dear Skyfire… fucking digusting.”
Starscream grimaces, quickly turning away and shielding Skyfire’s face from the scene that was about to unfold behind them.
“It will be a carnage, too bad you won’t be there to see it. Goodbye, senator.”
Fans hitch open, blowing a comforting stream of hot air. He hopes to use the sound to distract Skyfire from the violent cries behind them. Thankfully, Thundercracker and Skywarp make it a fast process. They’d much rather not delay things any longer, especially now that their precious puzzle piece is finally in their grasp.
Just like always, they walk synchronized, moving fluidly down the halls, steps in unison as if there was only the sound of a single bot crossing through the barren halls of the hanger. While usually there would be young, eager jets playing around the scaffoldings and causing a ruckus, they were now called into the front lines, fighting a useless battle.
It doesn’t take long before Skyfire grows curious, peeking from behind Starscream’s shoulder and immediately spotting Skywarp and Thundercracker who grin and wave at the small shuttle.
Skyfire’s spark skips a beat, waving back at the duo before looking to his side and spotting Starscream’s gentle smile.
“Starscream?”
“Yes my dear Skyfire?”
He doesn’t respond, going through all possible ways of relaying his message but coming up with nothing satisfactory. Skyfire lips curl down in a frown.
“Why? Why do all this? Why me?”
He expects some sort of claim about his worth, his rank as a slave. Skyfire has always been a property. From the moment he came online in his carrier’s servos he was no longer a bot with his own autonomy. So to expect anything different from Starscream, Thundercracker and Skywarp who were jets like all the other bots who abused him, it seemed improbable.
A long pause followed, Skyfire worries his lips with his dentae and thinks that he’ll just be considered a nuisance and tossed away. The self-deprecating thoughts plague his brain module like a blanket of depression, but before he can spiral further, he finds himself deposited upon a soft berth.
“Why, you ask? It’s simple really, because we want you, we love you.”
Skyfire blushes, finding himself surrounded by the three handsome seekers around the berth.
“You are an anomaly Skyfire, a jewel amongst a pile of dirty rocks. Your worth as a shuttle has more power in the city of Vos than that vermin could possibly understand.”
Skywarp’s digits skitter across Skyfire’s chassis, rubbing over the grooves that guide him down directly to where that red anterior node stood proudly from behind the hood of Skyfire’s valve.
“We as a trine could never be as complete without you. You are the missing piece that we have always been searching for to complete our family.”
Thundercracker sits on his knees behind Skyfire, cradling his helm with such tenderness that it makes the shuttle fall completely pliant in his servos.
“What we want isn’t some pet or slave to do our bidding, but an equal. That is you Skyfire, we want you to become our conjunx and create the family we have yearned for so long.”
Starscream stands at the edge of the berth, crawling forward to hover over Skyfire. His red optics burn into Skyfire’s spark, engraving only the most genuine love possible. A love that Skyfire has not seen since he first laid optics upon his carrier.
Coolant wells over Skyfire’s optics, the dark fog that had always loomed over his brain module, filling him with indescribable thoughts of anguish, has finally lifted. Even in this dark room deep in the hangar that used to be a private back room for cadets to have a quick fuck, it felt like the most romantic location. He could only see the world with hearts in his optics and understood what it meant to finally find a place to call home.
“Y-yes, I want to stay with you three forever, please, take me!”
Bending his legs at the knees, he presented his weeping white valve, showing off as the pink lubricant dribbled over the swollen folds and created a pool of his lewd liquids.
The trine shuddered, wide smiles across their faces.
Finally, finally it was time.
“Such a good boy, our precious carrier, our wife,” Skywarp cooed. With two digits he hooked between Skyfire’s valve, spreading the lips so that he could give everyone a perfect view of the shuttle’s twitching hole.
Skyfire whined, heat rising to his helm. He kept his servos at his side, not wanting to hide himself any longer and show his future conjunx what a perfect wife he could be.
“Mm, want more…”
“Hm, you say more but you have to explain exactly what it is you want exactly. I’m not a mind reader.” Starscream held in a laugh, already taking pleasure in teasing the eager shuttle who pouted up at the ex-commander.
The sparkling struggled to put his thoughts into words. It was easier to just display his leaking valve to the perverts the senator invited and just proceed with the motions. Now, his new partners were expecting him to be more vocal about his demands. It was overwhelming, but also flattering to know that they wanted to receive his consent first before proceeding.
Mustering up the courage, Skyfire held his arms out, pleading with his cheeks puffed up he asked, “please, fuck me in my little gestation chamber, m-make me a proper carrier!”
Thundercracker was the first to move, swooping in to steal Skyfire’s lips in a passionate kiss. His glossa quickly dove into his tiny intake, lapping all over the protomesh and teasing his small glossa. Oral lubricant dribbled from the side of Skyfire’s intake. He had to pull away, gasping for air as Thundercracker had stolen every ounce of oxygen in his tanks.
Skywarp is next. He lays on the berth next to Skyfire, licking up his saliva while his digits catch on that pert node again in between his valve lips. He uses the pad of his digits to circle around the sensitive nub, softly pressing and then lightly grinding over the silicone. He slowly works up Skyfire, bringing him to the edge of pleasure, but only close enough where everytime he begins humping his hips, Skywarp pulls away, making the shuttle beg for more.
“Ngh please please, touch more, my valve…”
Engines roar, fuel lines pulsing with energon which fuel their unquenchable urge to claim and consume.
Starscream feels feral, unable to hold himself back for much longer as what they’ve wanted for so long is right here, begging for their touch, begging for a precious family.
“Such a tease Skyfire, our precious little carrier seems to be more mischievous than I thought, but I guess it’s only right that I give my wife exactly what they desire.”
A single digit breaches him too easily, so a second is quickly followed. Index and pointer scissor inside Skyfire’s valve, pressing against slippery walls and grinding over twitching callipers.
“Ah~! F-feels weird, f-feels good! Please give me more, I want to feel it deeper!” With a shaky servo, he presses a palm right above his abdomen. “Will I get to feel all of you up here? This is where we make a sparkling, right?”
“Yes, what a good boy. All three of us will put our spikes in your cute hole and fill you with our transfluid. We will have you carry our DNA and create a perfect trine of sparklings.”
Joy surges inside of Skyfire’s frame, filling him with a hot burst of excitement that cannot be contained.
“Make me a carrier, I want to be a mommy!”
“In due time, don’t you worry.”
Skywarp’s intensity over Skyfire’s anterior node increases. His digits massage the soft bud under a steady pattern that causes a gush of lubricant to pool out of Skyfire’s valve.
The little shuttle can only whine and moan, canting his hips and contracting his muscles as the lubricant coats Starscream’s digits in the viscous fluid, clogging his olfactory sensors with a burst of pheromones. Skyfire is in heat, this was something that had been established since their first meeting with him. Now that he is in a safe location with those he feels content, the overwhelming burst of heat pheromones have now covered the entirety of the hanger, causing all three of the jet’s to fidget and tremble with a desire to fuck this shuttle until he becomes a wet, creaming mess.
All three of them knew that they couldn’t last much longer, and with how needy Skyfire was acting he was getting just as desperate as them.
It first started with one panel, and then all three clicked open.
Thundercracker’s spike was thick and dense. The bulbous head oozed with pre-transfluid which dribbled down the side over a series of barbs meant to keep him sheathed inside his partner for successful sparking.
Skywarp’s was longer, a bit thinner but still a length that would put any bot to shame. He didn’t have protruding spikes, but across the tip there was a piercing that crossed through the center over the head of his spike. The diamond piercing was said to rub in all the right places.
Lastly, Starscream, a size that did not disappoint but did not strike fear because of its length or girth. It had a beautiful array of biolights arranged in a spiral down his shaft, each bump would massage against the most sensitive parts of his valve, bringing Skyfire to unimaginable heights of pleasure.
“Ahh~! S-so big!” Skyfire’s voice waivered, feeling cornered as all three spikes were pointed at him.
His legs trembled, trying to close up. Starscream put a guiding servo over his thighs, smiling reassuringly as he collected Skyfire in his arms and held him close.
“It’s okay, we will take it slow, I promise you’ll feel amazing.”
It took a lot of courage, but Skyfire ultimately nodded, letting himself get maneuvered around. He was turned around, made to cling to Thundercracker who held him by his waist. Understanding the position, Skyfire presented his aft, shaking it a couple times teasingly and looking back to smile at how Starscream and Skywarp got charged up from the act.
“As the leader you can take his valve Starscream, just please let me be the first to breach his aft.”
Starscream nodded, no longer listening as he moved to line himself up behind Skyfire. He could hear the sparkling whine, but was quickly consoled by Thundercracker who took great pleasure in swallowing the sparkling’s drool like a bot desperate for energon.
Skyfire’s little pedes curled, lubricant dribbling from his valve in globs.
Starscream scooped his digits between the lips, watching them unfurl to his touch. He used Skyfire’s lubricant to coat his spike. He pumped it a few times before lining the head with Skyfire’s valve.
“Our Skyfire, so beautiful, let’s see if you sing just as spectacularly.”
It was a fluid motion, the head of Starscream’s spike breaching Skyfire’s valve. It was a tight fit at first, but the sparkling quickly got used to the girth, venting in between Thundercracker's kissing. He pushed back, following the flow of Starscream’s slow thrust. The bumps around the shaft of his spike massaged each twitching calliper, sending shocks of charge that turned him mad with pure lust.
“Ngh S-Starscream mm so deep my ceil-ceiling n- ah~!”
“Oh, you mean your ceiling node is right here?”
It was easy to find, especially with Skyfire’s small frame. A single push and Strscream was fucking right into that sensitive bundle of wires, hitting Skyfire’s erogenous zone nonstop that it caused the poor sparkling to squirt his fluids prematurely.
“Ngh! Ah~ too much I’m going to… feels wet ahh…”
He fell pliant in Thundercracker’s arms, glossa lolling out and unable to keep himself conscious of anything but the surge and crackle of charge that caused his fluids to squirt out of his valve like the dirty boy he was.
“D-Don’t look!”
“Oh but why not? You look absolutely splendid like that,” Starscream purred. He stopped his leisure thrusting to pull his spike all the way out of Skyfire’s gaping hole. Without further obstruction the sparkling was able to relieve himself completely of all his fluids.
The stream was quick and harsh, shooting out of his void hole and soaking up the bed sheets underneath him. Despite feeling embarrassed about soiling himself in front of the trine again, he didn’t feel overcome with a need to curl in on himself and hide. Instead, a surge of lust pulsed from his spark, flowing through his fuel lines like energon engulfed in pure ecstasy. Skyfire intertwined his digits behind Thundercracker’s neck and arched his spinal strut. With this position he could clearly show off his blooming valve and his soaked lips. The soft protomesh contracted, callipers twitching as his squirting came to a steady stop.
Skyfire was fully satiated, but knew that the trine had only just begun.
Starscream didn’t even give him a moment to compose himself before he was thrusting in again, shoving his spike all the way to the entrance of Skyfire’s barely formed gestation chamber.
“Ah deep~!”
He moaned so beautifully, truly like a messenger of Primus that would guide all three of them to the allspark.
“No fair, Starscream is having all the fun, what about us?” Skywarp whined. He came up behind Starscream, kissing across his shoulders while the jet vented with the continuous piston of his hips.
“Get off me! We can change positions if you want his aft port so badly, but you’re going to have to go inside at the same time,” Starscream gritted through clenched dentae.
Skywarp nodded eagerly, already shuffling around the berth and having to pry Thundercracker away from Skyfire’s kiss-swollen lips.
“I better get a turn soon as well!”
There was only a lazy wave from Skywarp’s servo. With gentle hands, he liberated Skyfire’s from Starscream’s slamming hips. Their array’s separated with a wet squelching sound. Transfluid already dribbled down Skyfire’s gaping valve, falling in globs all over his shaking thighs. Skywarp looked up at Starscream with a raised brow.
“He’s tight, I couldn’t help it! It was just a little…” Starscream grumbled, ignoring Skywarp’s pointed look and laying his frame across the berth with his spinal strut against the sheets.
Skyfire’s frame was deposited on top of him, legs stretched across his waist and unfocused optics blinking wetly at the red jet. As if he was already familiar with the motions, Skyfire raised his hips, sliding the head of the spike over his hot lips and nudging it past his dirty hole to sit perfectly against his gestation chamber. The shuttle purred, pressing his small servos right over the weight in his abdomen.
“So big…” he muses. “I hope I get to feel all three of my husbands. I want to carry your trine, I want sparklings…”
The statement causes Starscream’s spike to swell even more, tip nudging against the valve canal and coating the surface in a thick layer of his transfluid.
While Skyfire was distracted, Skywarp was able to take his position behind the shuttle. He was so eager to insert his spike into that delightful, tight heat, but knew that he also had to make sure Skyfire was prepped to accept the depth of his spike. Skyfire’s aft port wasn’t as loose as his valve. Skywarp could only get a single digit past the ring of protomuscle at first before sending a glance to Thundercracker for help.
The blue jet didn’t need to be told twice, already eager to get his servos back on the lewd shuttle. His large servos cradled Skyfire’s cheeks gently, smiling at the shuttle like he hung the stars in the sky before dragging his arm away and teasing at the anterior node right below.
“Anh!”
The sudden stimulation caused Skyfire to tense up before turning into complete putty in Thundercracker’s touch. His aft port blinked, clinging to the touch of Skywarp’s digit and greedily sucking in the next two that entered with ease.
“Full so full ah ah g-gonna break…”
Starscream coos at him, wiping away a stray tear of coolant. “You won’t break, we promise. We will make sure that the entire experience will be pleasurable. Trust us Skyfire.”
Skyfire nods, nearly choking on his saliva. He grinded his hips down, rolling them in circles until he felt the tip of Starscream’s spike kissing his ceiling node. Intense pleasurable charges burst from Skyfire’s processors, coating him in a layer that made him numb to the breaching tip of Skywarp’s spike against his aft port.
“So good, so perfect, ah my wife, my dear conjunx, you feel so hot ah…” Skywarp moaned, nearly falling forward on top of Skyfire.
Thundercracker moved positions, slotting himself behind Skywarp and holding him in place so he didn't end up crushing the poor shuttle. Skywarp sends him a grin before inserting the rest of his spike inside Skyfire's aft. He lets out a content purr, enjoying the way each of Skyfire's callipers envelop his spike like a snug sleeve.
“Nnm~!” Skyfire’s little engines roar, intake open to let out an absolutely lewd cry that makes each seeker in the room tremble. Both holes tighten, clenching against pulsing veins and trying to milk the two jets of all their transfluid.
Starscream is the first to reach his limit. “Ngh, tight!” His digits leave indents on Skyfire’s waist, a sign of both possessiveness and his inability to restrain himself.
“Yeah that’s good, so good, keep clenching,” Skywarp gasps. His thrusts are rough, tip pressing against the back of Skyfire’s aft where only thin protomuscle separates his and Starscream’s spikes.
He can feel a bulging spot right above his bulbous head. It’s part of flier anatomy that he is very familiar with and decides to use as a way to tease the little jet.
“Hey Skyfire, how does this feel?”
Angling his spike, he thrusts all the way upwards, hitting Skyfire’s sensitive waste tank and causing the shuttle to instantly void himself again.
“Stop teasing him,” Thundercracker chides, digging his digits into Skywarp’s plating and making him flinch.
“What, he likes it, look at him.”
Despite his sudden assault on Skyfire’s poor insides, he clearly enjoys the weight of Skywarp’s spike grinding over his tank, liquids spurting out of his dirty valve and sending pleasurable charges all across his processors. His tiny glossa lolls out, saliva dribbling down the wet appendage as his optics roll to the back of his helm and he cries so beautifully, letting himself be completely debauched and humiliated.
“D-dirty…” Skyfire’s words come out jumbled, proper sentences no longer being of utmost priority to his systems.
“So dirty, but so beautiful, my beautiful wife, ha ha yes, go ahead, void more,” Starscream takes a perverted pleasure in watching Skyfire lose himself. His valve contracts, callipers flexing and ceiling node pulsing along with his trembling frame. He’s so close, so so close and Starscream was never one to deny himself of his needs. He made sure to bounce the little shuttle a couple times on his spike, enjoying the wet schlick sound of lubricant and fluids slapping before finally taking what belonged to him and pushing past the ring of cables to inject his transfluid inside of Skyfire’s sparkling making chamber.
“Ah~! I-I’m getting pregnant ahh~!”
“That’s right, you will be full with our sparklings, our family, we will be a family, all four of us.”
Skyfire nods, holding his abdomen tenderly as Starscream shoots his hot transfluid inside of him, coating every inch of his valve and gestation chamber with the creamy fluids.
Skywarp is not far himself, despite making fun of Starscream for overloading too quickly, he had to admit that Skyfire’s holes were just too powerful. His insides pressed against all the right spots on his spike. He thought that his piercing would make Skyfire lose control of himself, but it did the opposite and Skywarp was already whining and groaning as zaps of electricity traveled through the tip, quickly inciting an overload out of him.
“Frag!”
That was when Skywarp’s overload hit. He felt his entire frame burn like the core of a star. Thundercracker held him steady against his chassis while ropes of thick transfluid shot from his tip, covering the inside of Skyfire with even more of the dirty liquids. Like a mech in an endless sequence, Skywarp didn’t stop his brutal thrusts for even a second, it was like he was trying to make sure that every bit of transfluid would be tucked away inside of Skyfire that nothing could ever stop it from escaping.
The violent stimulation and brutal thrusts of both seekers quickly sent Skyfire to another overload himself. His swollen valve wept with transfluid, clear squirt gushing from his hole like a faucet that couldn’t be closed. He was overcome with so much ecstasy, chasing his own pleasures and bouncing in tandem from one spike to another until his insides felt like they were going numb.
“So good so good ah ah p-please I want want want-- ah ah~!” Pedes curled, valve lips unfurling and showcasing every bit of his dirty hole and wet array to only those he called his husbands, his one and only conjunx. “More!”
From behind, Thundercracker chuckled, languidly pumping his spike in his servos. “Oh, there will be lots more.”
He finally made his move, wrapping his arms around Skyfire’s waist and slowly maneuvering away from the seeker sandwich.
Starscream’s spike fell flaccid, falling out with the dribbling transfluid all over his abdomen. He heaved, fingers twitching as he slowly came down from his high.
Skywarp was still thrusting, jumping his hips forward even while Skyfire was pulled away. His aft drooled with viscous transfluid, but it was gently stuffed back inside by Thundercracker’s nimble digits. Skywarp blinked his optics, collapsing in the berth next to a venting Starscream.
“Time to bring you as close to the allspark you’ll ever get.”
His spike twitched, barbed edges pointing downward. His strength was Thundercracker’s best asset, and because of that he was able to hold Skyfire by the bent of his knees, valve pointed outward so his trine could still watch the show as the whining shuttle was thrusted down on the massive spike without warning. The girth stretched him wider than anything has before, soft barbs clinging to his walls and rubbing at callipers that twitched to life once again.
Skyfire’s blue optics faltered for a second, the light behind his helm flickering as his lenses cycled repeatedly. Several system warnings flashed across his HUD, but none of that was a worry, not when Thundercracker’s massive spike was literally rearranging his insides like the proper spikesleeve he was.
“Ah ah angh ah ah~!”
Once again he was left speechless. Limbs gone limp, brain module sputtering with static and major functions feeling like they were shutting down.
Never before had Skyfire felt such inexplicable pleasure. Not with those vile senators who only touched him for their own pleasures and always made him feel disgusting. They would pinch his node painfully, make him succumb to their whims and leave him used and spent without having his own chance to overload.
Now it’s different, now, Skyfire has found his salvation.
“Thundercracker, Skywarp, Starscream…”
All three perk their helms, looking to Skyfire as the small shuttle’s optics glaze over with coolant.
“I love you, I love you, I love you…”
Sensing some kind of surge of emotions, Starscream and Skywarp scramble from the berth, surrounding the sobbing shuttle and holding his servos close.
“Thank you… for giving me a life.”
Starscream sniffles but hides his tears. “Always, you have always been worth more than your past. Let us help heal you, and grow into a beautiful shuttle, our beautiful conjunx.”
Skyfire nods, Skywarp and Thundercracker nod as well.
Skywarp gets down on his knees, glossa giving the base of Thundercracker’s spike teasing licks. The sudden sensation causes Thundercracker to growl, thrusting deeper and harder and making Skyfire throw his helm back on his shoulders.
“Close, close!”
“Overload for us.”
That’s all Skyfire needs before he’s collapsing, coming apart and releasing his final overload. More squirt gushes out of him, not as much earlier since he’s already been dried out of all of his fluids. Instead, his entire frame burns with shocks of electricity. His processors send waves of pure ecstasy across every possible cable and nerve ending. Being stuffed and fucked and so thoroughly adored has overloaded every part of his frame and made him see the world in pure white. It’s like when he first emerged.
Thundercracker was right, he did feel like he was about to meet the allspark.
With a final sizzle from his crackling voice module, Skyfire’s entire systems go into shut down. They reroute all possible energy to vital elements and put the bot into rest mode so that he can recover from the burst of pleasure that attacked his firewalls.
Above him, Thundercracker finishes his brutal thrusts, digging each barb tightly inside of him and filling Skyfire’s gestation chamber with his own transfluid. The shuttle’s abdomen expands, having to accommodate the full assault of two jet overloads. It resembled how his stomach would look once he was fully pregnant, but that was still an event for when Skyfire’s frame fully developed and matured to his full potential.
The trine vented, holding each other close, forehelms pressed together and looking down at the recharging shuttle who looked ethereal as he was covered inside and outside of their transfluids.
Smiling, all three leaned down, placing a kiss across the top of his helm, the side of his cheek and on top of his pede.
“Welcome home Skyfire.”