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Speedwriting: "I just got laid by an insecticon!" G1 Shrapnel, G1 Thundercracker
Title: “I just got laid by an insecticon.”
Universe: G1
Rating: NC17
Characters: Skywarp, Thundercracker, with TC talking about sex with Shrapnel.
Warnings: Prostitution, course and sexual language, adult themes, sexual acts. References to sticky ‘apparatus,’ though this is P&P. With some violence, insecticon style.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: # 3 Broken Washracks
Notes Follows this. Shrapnel’s ‘profession’ and the 'fixation' TC develops over him is part of the ‘Substitute’ verse.
I just got laid by an Insecticon.
Skywarp could hardly believe it. Thundercracker looked as though he’d been in a centrifuge. His optics were huge and red as though he’d been ‘on’ something, and his helm was pushed back, several wires poking out from underneath. His paint was scorched in places, he looked as though his wings were only barely hanging on, and he walked stiffly, as though in pain.
As his wingmate tottered towards the berth, the purple Seeker stared at him in astonishment.
“Primus, what the hell happened to you?”
“Washracks. Insecticon …” was all Thundercracker uttered before he collapsed on the berth.
…………………..
Skywarp sat on the edge of the berth, dabbing at the scorches. In his other hand was a can of spraypaint which he applied here and there. He surveyed his handiwork. Not a perfect match, but it was good enough. “I’ll do it better when I can get some o’ the real thing,” he said.
Thundercracker winced. “I feel like a fool!” he grumbled. “All the Constructicons were out the front when I came in. They all knew what I’d been up to. You shoulda heard ‘em carry on!”
Skywarp snickered unsympathetically. “Yeah – right. But hey - never mind them! Was it – you know – as good as everybody reckons?”
Thundercracker made an embarrassed sounding noise. The subject was - somewhat awkward. “Ughhh .. yeah,” he muttered. “But I didn’t think you wanted to hear about me fraggin’ around.”
Skywarp chucked again. “No, it's you who don’t wanna here about me fraggin’ around. I don’t mind hearing about you! ‘Specially when it’s some insecticon I’m thinkin’ of having a go at myself!”
Thundercracker looked at him with his still over- red optics. “Don’t think that way!” he growled. “You don’t have a go at Shrapnel. He – does you over.”
Skywarp’s optics lit up. “Outstanding! He said. “Well don’t just lie there. Tell me about it!”
………………….
“I - uh - well you know we’d been going through a rough patch,” growled Thundercracker. “And he’s got this reputation, see, so I decided to – relieve myself. It uh – it turned out not to be as expensive as I thought,” he lied.
Skywarp was amused. And not only at his wing mate’s apparent need for justification. “You paid for it?”
“Yeah, well, he don’t do it for nothing, does he? “ Thundercracker snarled. "Anyway, you wanted me to get on with the story, so shuddup!”
Skywarp settled himself comfortably. “Well get on with it!” he said.
Taking a deep intake, Thundercracker cleared his throat. “So there I was, in the old washracks. You know, the fragged up ones near the electrocell plant thing. I’d handed over the dough, and he was just sitting there, all kinda slender and narrow waist and legs and stuff. How do you want me? he says." Thundercracker shook his head. “But I didn’t know, did I? I mean, how the frag are you supposed to want an insecticon?”
Skywarp shrugged. “The usual way, I guess. Bit of snogging. Connectors shoved in, energy crashin’ around, overloads. Maybe a great big insectoid spike somewhere in the equation. Well hell, I don’t fraggin’ know either, do I?”
Thundercracker shook his head. “That’s the thing,” he said. “I knew right away it just wasn’t gonna be like that. I mean - he was still across the room, Warp, an' I could feel his energy field from there. It was - extraordinary! Like – you could almost see it."
"I never felt anything like it – not from that distance," he went on. "An’ I didn’t know what to do, I was just sittin’ there like a lump of smelting iron; an’ he said: here’s something to help you make up your mind, mind. You know, in that creepy voice where he says everything twice. Except it wasn’t creepy, Warp, it was …” he hesitated, wondering how he could possibly explain the effect to Skywarp. “It was like the biggest turn on! And then - he flared!”
Skywarp looked intrigued. “His energy field, y' mean?”
“Yeah! Well what else?" Thundercracker scowled. "It wasn’t like a flare. It was more like – a high voltage blast. And when he did it, his antlers went all white and crackled. I never saw anything like it, Warp! And I kinda – well, a flash shot across the room and it was like my whole body lit up, like I just walked into one of those squishy insect zappers. Then right away I was buzzing like – like I’d just had an overload. And he wasn’t even near me!”
Skywarp made an impressed sort of a noise, and Thundercracker went on: “Things sorta went a bit hazy then, and when I looked up he was right there! I mean – next to me. All weird, like, and alien. Excitable … he said, or something like that. You Seekers are, are. That’s why I like you, you. And something about it being better than just a job.”
“Anyway, I looked up at him, and those antlers, Warp!” There were like little blue currents running up and down ‘em, and this panel on his chest was flashing. What the frag is that? I says, and he said: Just my lightning charger!
“I must’ve looked kinda worried then, cos he said: Don’t wanna put you outta commission, Seeker, Seeker! You need to relax a bit, bit. And have your strength up, up.! And he said some insulation might come in handy, too, an’ I didn’t know what the frag he meant by that, even though I was starting to feel not so buzzy and like my wings weren’t gonna drop off . But his wrist was suddenly in front of me, and there’s this valve open. “Sip …sip …” he says. “I didn’t charge you for this and I don’t usually give it out for free, free. So suck on it, before I change my mind, mind.”
A delighted smile spread over Skywarp’s face. “The legendary insecticon sap!” he said. “Well whaddya know! Must be getting adventurous in your old age, TC!”
Thundercracker shook his head. “I dunno what came over me, Warp! I just - grabbed it, and drank! An you know what? It was like the best energon I ever tasted. Those fraggers, they may eat anything but what they process, it tastes as sweet as something out of a liquid mercury distillery!”
“Yeah well that’s cos they process everything high speed, innit?.” Said Skywarp. “ That’s why Megatron used them to get the enegon that time.”
“Yeah,” Thundercracker thought back to that episode, and how Bombshell had complained they’d been ‘ripped off.’ He thought perhaps he could see why.
“Anyway, Warp,” he went on, “ I only had a few sips. Then he pulled his hand away. Enough! he says. And he was right! Cos the moment that stuff hit my processor, it was like the whole universe kinda – imploded. Like colours, everything was really bright. And the sun was coming in through the window and hitting the racks, and it was like they sparkled, like they were made of electrum or something. An I could hear every noise, Warp. All these noises of Earth critters an that. Tweets and squeaks and little clicks and crunching sounds! Things I don’t reckon you could even see!”
Skywarp raised an optic ridge.
“And I could hear him, Warp. Hear the energon in his conduits . A roar - like a torrent. And there was this loud hum, like an electricity substation.”
“Good, good he says. Better, better? And it seemed like his voice was really sweet, like music or something. And I couldn’t move, Warp! He bent over and kissed me, and up until then I realized I’d been thinking I didn’t really wanna have him kiss me, cos – well you know, an insecticon kissing you – it’s kinda not really something you wanna think about much, is it? But he’s got this glossa Warp and it ain’t like a normal glossa; and it twirled right round the back of my mouth and then my throat an he let off just a little flare again and I nearly came again.”
Skywarps shifted. This was – rather titillating! And the idea of Thundercracker overloading by just being kissed – well – it was certainly appealing. He made up his mind that he must seek Shrapnel out and pay him to watch this spectacle sometime. “What went down next?” he asked eagerly.
“So now I’ve gotten charge buzzing again, and I know I was makin’ these noises, Warp, I could hear myself panting - like all the air going in and out of my intakes in minute detail. And that light was flashing on his chest an’ I couldn’t see anything but that! And - I wanted him Warp, wanted him to just give it to me like before, only touching this time. An’ I know I said: frag me you lousy bug! or something like that.
“Not exactly the smartest thing to say, “ Thundercracker sighed. “But he’d gotten me that wound up, Warp! Anyway, he just laughed. Hold my antlers, he says. And he leaned over me, Warp, all hot and buzzing and with this sickly sweet smell, and I could taste the insectosap again and I tell you, I grabbed hold of those things like I was gonna pull 'em off, and suddenly I was hot as hell, and everything was opening up, my valve cover, my interface panel, every slaggin’ port on my body! And they were all throbbing like you wouldn’t believe. And all I wanted to do was yank him down so he could stick whatever he had to stick in into me!”
Thundercracker’s intakes had become thick and raspy . But he caught sight of Skywarp’s face and forced them back to a normal rhythm. “Those things Warp, I dunno what they’re made of, I don’t reckon you could pulle 'em off. They're like - really alien. And he’s a strong fragger. I mean, I’m not weak am I Warp, but I pulled really hard an’ he didn’t even budge!”
But his wing mate was far too intrigued by the outcome to comment.
“Then suddenly, my hands were burning. Like, scorching hot. Like they got put in a furnace. But it wasn’t painful, it was fantastic! And the burning started to run up my arms, and then my shoulders and all over, Warp, and I knew he was zapping me and I could smell scorched metal and I was thinking: oh frag, oh frag, this bug is gonna fry me to a cinder! But it was like - incredible , Warp! An’ I wasn’t thinking about my valve or my port or anything I just wanted him to keep burning!”
Nice … nice … he said. Or something. An’ I couldn’t even answer, Warp. Cos my whole world was just this heat, this fire. It was like a massive overload, but in slow motion. I could feel my circuits frying, and I wanted to pull my hands away but it was like they were fused to those antlers. And everything just kept building, building, hotter and hotter, and then everything turned into a sea of red, and the buzzing just got louder and louder, and the heat and my circuits on fire and …. well, that was it, Warp! Everything fritzed and I just kinda - blacked out!”
Skywarp, whose own charge had been building at the last account, was mildly disappointed by the finale. He had been expecting some spectacular overload in the midst of a lightning display at the least. Still - interesting. It had clearly satisfied his wingmate, whose optics were now glazed over, as though transfixed just at the memory. “
“So – was that it?” Skywarp asked.
Thundercracker nodded glumly. “When I woke up, he’d gone. An’ I looked at my timer and y’know, the fragger was only there for ten minutes. I paid him for like – an hour! But he left this…” pulling a datapad from an arm compartment, Thundercracker handed it to his wingmate. In surprisingly eloquent handwriting, it said: “Not bad for a beginner. I’m prepared to offer phase 2 at a special rate.”
Thundercracker looked at him. But right now, Skywarp didn’t really know what to think. “Nice writing for a bug!” he said.
Universe: G1
Rating: NC17
Characters: Skywarp, Thundercracker, with TC talking about sex with Shrapnel.
Warnings: Prostitution, course and sexual language, adult themes, sexual acts. References to sticky ‘apparatus,’ though this is P&P. With some violence, insecticon style.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: # 3 Broken Washracks
Notes Follows this. Shrapnel’s ‘profession’ and the 'fixation' TC develops over him is part of the ‘Substitute’ verse.
I just got laid by an Insecticon.
Skywarp could hardly believe it. Thundercracker looked as though he’d been in a centrifuge. His optics were huge and red as though he’d been ‘on’ something, and his helm was pushed back, several wires poking out from underneath. His paint was scorched in places, he looked as though his wings were only barely hanging on, and he walked stiffly, as though in pain.
As his wingmate tottered towards the berth, the purple Seeker stared at him in astonishment.
“Primus, what the hell happened to you?”
“Washracks. Insecticon …” was all Thundercracker uttered before he collapsed on the berth.
…………………..
Skywarp sat on the edge of the berth, dabbing at the scorches. In his other hand was a can of spraypaint which he applied here and there. He surveyed his handiwork. Not a perfect match, but it was good enough. “I’ll do it better when I can get some o’ the real thing,” he said.
Thundercracker winced. “I feel like a fool!” he grumbled. “All the Constructicons were out the front when I came in. They all knew what I’d been up to. You shoulda heard ‘em carry on!”
Skywarp snickered unsympathetically. “Yeah – right. But hey - never mind them! Was it – you know – as good as everybody reckons?”
Thundercracker made an embarrassed sounding noise. The subject was - somewhat awkward. “Ughhh .. yeah,” he muttered. “But I didn’t think you wanted to hear about me fraggin’ around.”
Skywarp chucked again. “No, it's you who don’t wanna here about me fraggin’ around. I don’t mind hearing about you! ‘Specially when it’s some insecticon I’m thinkin’ of having a go at myself!”
Thundercracker looked at him with his still over- red optics. “Don’t think that way!” he growled. “You don’t have a go at Shrapnel. He – does you over.”
Skywarp’s optics lit up. “Outstanding! He said. “Well don’t just lie there. Tell me about it!”
………………….
“I - uh - well you know we’d been going through a rough patch,” growled Thundercracker. “And he’s got this reputation, see, so I decided to – relieve myself. It uh – it turned out not to be as expensive as I thought,” he lied.
Skywarp was amused. And not only at his wing mate’s apparent need for justification. “You paid for it?”
“Yeah, well, he don’t do it for nothing, does he? “ Thundercracker snarled. "Anyway, you wanted me to get on with the story, so shuddup!”
Skywarp settled himself comfortably. “Well get on with it!” he said.
Taking a deep intake, Thundercracker cleared his throat. “So there I was, in the old washracks. You know, the fragged up ones near the electrocell plant thing. I’d handed over the dough, and he was just sitting there, all kinda slender and narrow waist and legs and stuff. How do you want me? he says." Thundercracker shook his head. “But I didn’t know, did I? I mean, how the frag are you supposed to want an insecticon?”
Skywarp shrugged. “The usual way, I guess. Bit of snogging. Connectors shoved in, energy crashin’ around, overloads. Maybe a great big insectoid spike somewhere in the equation. Well hell, I don’t fraggin’ know either, do I?”
Thundercracker shook his head. “That’s the thing,” he said. “I knew right away it just wasn’t gonna be like that. I mean - he was still across the room, Warp, an' I could feel his energy field from there. It was - extraordinary! Like – you could almost see it."
"I never felt anything like it – not from that distance," he went on. "An’ I didn’t know what to do, I was just sittin’ there like a lump of smelting iron; an’ he said: here’s something to help you make up your mind, mind. You know, in that creepy voice where he says everything twice. Except it wasn’t creepy, Warp, it was …” he hesitated, wondering how he could possibly explain the effect to Skywarp. “It was like the biggest turn on! And then - he flared!”
Skywarp looked intrigued. “His energy field, y' mean?”
“Yeah! Well what else?" Thundercracker scowled. "It wasn’t like a flare. It was more like – a high voltage blast. And when he did it, his antlers went all white and crackled. I never saw anything like it, Warp! And I kinda – well, a flash shot across the room and it was like my whole body lit up, like I just walked into one of those squishy insect zappers. Then right away I was buzzing like – like I’d just had an overload. And he wasn’t even near me!”
Skywarp made an impressed sort of a noise, and Thundercracker went on: “Things sorta went a bit hazy then, and when I looked up he was right there! I mean – next to me. All weird, like, and alien. Excitable … he said, or something like that. You Seekers are, are. That’s why I like you, you. And something about it being better than just a job.”
“Anyway, I looked up at him, and those antlers, Warp!” There were like little blue currents running up and down ‘em, and this panel on his chest was flashing. What the frag is that? I says, and he said: Just my lightning charger!
“I must’ve looked kinda worried then, cos he said: Don’t wanna put you outta commission, Seeker, Seeker! You need to relax a bit, bit. And have your strength up, up.! And he said some insulation might come in handy, too, an’ I didn’t know what the frag he meant by that, even though I was starting to feel not so buzzy and like my wings weren’t gonna drop off . But his wrist was suddenly in front of me, and there’s this valve open. “Sip …sip …” he says. “I didn’t charge you for this and I don’t usually give it out for free, free. So suck on it, before I change my mind, mind.”
A delighted smile spread over Skywarp’s face. “The legendary insecticon sap!” he said. “Well whaddya know! Must be getting adventurous in your old age, TC!”
Thundercracker shook his head. “I dunno what came over me, Warp! I just - grabbed it, and drank! An you know what? It was like the best energon I ever tasted. Those fraggers, they may eat anything but what they process, it tastes as sweet as something out of a liquid mercury distillery!”
“Yeah well that’s cos they process everything high speed, innit?.” Said Skywarp. “ That’s why Megatron used them to get the enegon that time.”
“Yeah,” Thundercracker thought back to that episode, and how Bombshell had complained they’d been ‘ripped off.’ He thought perhaps he could see why.
“Anyway, Warp,” he went on, “ I only had a few sips. Then he pulled his hand away. Enough! he says. And he was right! Cos the moment that stuff hit my processor, it was like the whole universe kinda – imploded. Like colours, everything was really bright. And the sun was coming in through the window and hitting the racks, and it was like they sparkled, like they were made of electrum or something. An I could hear every noise, Warp. All these noises of Earth critters an that. Tweets and squeaks and little clicks and crunching sounds! Things I don’t reckon you could even see!”
Skywarp raised an optic ridge.
“And I could hear him, Warp. Hear the energon in his conduits . A roar - like a torrent. And there was this loud hum, like an electricity substation.”
“Good, good he says. Better, better? And it seemed like his voice was really sweet, like music or something. And I couldn’t move, Warp! He bent over and kissed me, and up until then I realized I’d been thinking I didn’t really wanna have him kiss me, cos – well you know, an insecticon kissing you – it’s kinda not really something you wanna think about much, is it? But he’s got this glossa Warp and it ain’t like a normal glossa; and it twirled right round the back of my mouth and then my throat an he let off just a little flare again and I nearly came again.”
Skywarps shifted. This was – rather titillating! And the idea of Thundercracker overloading by just being kissed – well – it was certainly appealing. He made up his mind that he must seek Shrapnel out and pay him to watch this spectacle sometime. “What went down next?” he asked eagerly.
“So now I’ve gotten charge buzzing again, and I know I was makin’ these noises, Warp, I could hear myself panting - like all the air going in and out of my intakes in minute detail. And that light was flashing on his chest an’ I couldn’t see anything but that! And - I wanted him Warp, wanted him to just give it to me like before, only touching this time. An’ I know I said: frag me you lousy bug! or something like that.
“Not exactly the smartest thing to say, “ Thundercracker sighed. “But he’d gotten me that wound up, Warp! Anyway, he just laughed. Hold my antlers, he says. And he leaned over me, Warp, all hot and buzzing and with this sickly sweet smell, and I could taste the insectosap again and I tell you, I grabbed hold of those things like I was gonna pull 'em off, and suddenly I was hot as hell, and everything was opening up, my valve cover, my interface panel, every slaggin’ port on my body! And they were all throbbing like you wouldn’t believe. And all I wanted to do was yank him down so he could stick whatever he had to stick in into me!”
Thundercracker’s intakes had become thick and raspy . But he caught sight of Skywarp’s face and forced them back to a normal rhythm. “Those things Warp, I dunno what they’re made of, I don’t reckon you could pulle 'em off. They're like - really alien. And he’s a strong fragger. I mean, I’m not weak am I Warp, but I pulled really hard an’ he didn’t even budge!”
But his wing mate was far too intrigued by the outcome to comment.
“Then suddenly, my hands were burning. Like, scorching hot. Like they got put in a furnace. But it wasn’t painful, it was fantastic! And the burning started to run up my arms, and then my shoulders and all over, Warp, and I knew he was zapping me and I could smell scorched metal and I was thinking: oh frag, oh frag, this bug is gonna fry me to a cinder! But it was like - incredible , Warp! An’ I wasn’t thinking about my valve or my port or anything I just wanted him to keep burning!”
Nice … nice … he said. Or something. An’ I couldn’t even answer, Warp. Cos my whole world was just this heat, this fire. It was like a massive overload, but in slow motion. I could feel my circuits frying, and I wanted to pull my hands away but it was like they were fused to those antlers. And everything just kept building, building, hotter and hotter, and then everything turned into a sea of red, and the buzzing just got louder and louder, and the heat and my circuits on fire and …. well, that was it, Warp! Everything fritzed and I just kinda - blacked out!”
Skywarp, whose own charge had been building at the last account, was mildly disappointed by the finale. He had been expecting some spectacular overload in the midst of a lightning display at the least. Still - interesting. It had clearly satisfied his wingmate, whose optics were now glazed over, as though transfixed just at the memory. “
“So – was that it?” Skywarp asked.
Thundercracker nodded glumly. “When I woke up, he’d gone. An’ I looked at my timer and y’know, the fragger was only there for ten minutes. I paid him for like – an hour! But he left this…” pulling a datapad from an arm compartment, Thundercracker handed it to his wingmate. In surprisingly eloquent handwriting, it said: “Not bad for a beginner. I’m prepared to offer phase 2 at a special rate.”
Thundercracker looked at him. But right now, Skywarp didn’t really know what to think. “Nice writing for a bug!” he said.