Simple Misperceptions

Pleasurable Imagination

It seemed like eternity that the two mechs stood still in the crystalline air of the far north. As one, their optics followed the dancing tendrils of Earth’s mighty power in the sky, as each one considered the life ahead. Their life ahead, together as one… The strangely swirling optics of the femme - so different from that of the mech… Her lightweight but strong carbon fiber air frame, so alien to his Cybertronian metal chassis… They were so different in so many ways, yet one thing was identical. They both dreamed of peace.. Of the end to the fighting.. And though they both knew that the struggle was eternal, they hoped that they could at least bring each dimension a temporary peace.. A temporary break from the struggle..

So as one, they would face the terror.. Face the loss of their sparklings and grandsparklings when Primus chose to call them.. Together they would be strong.. When one would fall to their knees in despair, the other would pick them up and carry them until they could stand on their own again.

As leaders they had both known that their relationship would never be the lighthearted passion of youth. They’d accepted this.. Each understanding that the other would more than understand that duty would forever come first and foremost. This was one reason they’d known the other was the most suitable choice.. The most logical choice.. And they’d allowed their friendship to grow.. To morph into the lasting love of maturity.. A love that would last forever…Through both dimension and time itself..

Slowly, Raptor turned around in Prime’s arms. Facing him, she reached up and gently traced the yellow center of his helm. Her fingers traced slowly down the sides of his helm… Caressing the thin tips of his audio receptors.. Sending shivers through him as his sensitive sensory net reacted to the lightness of her touch. Deftly, she unlatched his facemask, smiling warmly even as she traced his still warm lips. “Once I demanded that these were still mine since I could not have the rest of you,” she purred.

The sensation of the bitter cold air on his unprotected face, coupled with the sensory net stimulation that she’d been causing, made a pronounced shiver run through his chassis. A knowing smile spread across his lips. Now that they’d given each other their oaths to become bond mates, they could decide not to abstain before the official ceremony. And considering their ages, no mech would expect them to anyways. “Yes, I do recall that conversation,” he replied. His meta drifting back to that day cycle at their favorite energon bar on Cybertron. That wonderful day that Thundercracker had so screwed up, which had given Optimus the opportunity to straighten out the misperception that had kept him from asking Raptor out for so long.

Her optics swirled to a deeper purple as she scanned Prime’s face. The desire that she’d held back so long, no longer to be denied. But this was still part of her date that she’d planned for him wasn’t it? And knowing his former bond mate, Raptor suspected that there were a few things pertaining to pleasure that the big mech had never experienced. He’d never had anyone want to pleasure HIM past the brink. And she was going to change that.. Tonight.. Under the dancing Borealis.. A perfect surprise for a perfect mech..

Glancing down at his shoulder, she snorted and rubbed as if seeing a scuff mark. “You mortals just get all dinged up over a little ‘squeeze’, now don’t you?” she teased.

Prime studied her briefly. He was slightly confused. One astrominute she was hinting that she wanted to end their abstinence, the next one she was huffing about the scuffs that Death had given him when he almost squeezed the very spark out of him. How in Primus’s name was he ever going to be able to predict her moods? She just wasn’t logical! Granted, that’s part of what he fell in love with. She was an illogical human-spark and damned proud of it. So with a shrug, he figured he’d just play along with whatever she felt like doing. “Yes, Death does have a rather powerful grip, doesn’t he?” he replied.

“Well now I’ve got to rebuff your chassis! I’m going to have to give my brother a piece of my mind for scuffing you up like this,” she grumbled. Grabbing his hand, she proceeded to drag Prime back into the warmth of the hangar.

With a sigh, he allowed himself to be dragged along. It was strange to be hearing someone complaining about Death’s treatment of any mech, especially without a lick of fear! But she was an immortal wasn’t she? At least right now… But he had been hopeful that she was going to break their abstinence. Unfortunately, that idea seemed to have completely left her meta. So with resignation, he laid down on the berth as she pulled out her buffing rags. Well, at least he’d enjoy her hands all over him again.

Raptor grinned inside as she slowly worked her way over his grill. Cybertronians were so damned predictable! So damned logical! Optimus fully believed that she was ticked about the multitude of scuffs all over him. And the thought of ending their abstinence had left his meta. Well, briefly that is.. She worked her way down.. Her strange new optics swirling to a more purple shade.. Optimus not realizing that that shade meant she was up to something.. Raptor not realizing that her optics now changed according to her moods.. She slowly worked the buffing rag in circles.. Over his abdominal armor… All the while keeping a lighthearted conversation going with him… Her optics going to a deep purple now..

Then she worked on his hip armor, her fingers sliding into the seams of his hips. She smiled as she noticed him trying to hide his reaction to the sensations.. Of her fingers so close.. Then they were sliding under his codpiece.. Unlatching it.. Stroking the bonding net beneath…

“Raptor?” he asked even as he trembled under her touch. He tried to sit up. To take her lips as the pleasure rolled in waves over him.. But she pushed him down with her other hand.. Then he felt her shift her position. Sliding onto the berth… Forcing his legs apart with her chassis… She nibbled on his grill.. Licked his abdominal armor sensuously with her glossa as she slid down further… He moaned uncontrollably as her fingers entered him… Stroking his most sensitive circuits..

“I told you I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you,” she purred as she looked up at him, “and now you’re going to lay there while I have my fun.” Her tone indicating that there would be no negotiation on that.

Arching against her fingers, Prime gripped the sides of the berth with his hands. He’d never had a mech want to pleasure him, without him doing the same to them. This was a strange and exciting experience. “I take it that’s an order Earth Commander?” he murmured. It was very, very hard not to sit up and pull her to him. To feel her tremble even as he did..

Raptor chuckled, “Yes, that’s an order Cybertron Commander,” she said in a sultry tone. Sliding down further, she gently swiped her glossa along his exposed wires.

His entire chassis trembled as a wave of electricity blew through him from his stimulated nets. He bucked under her glossa’s actions. “You are making it.. Very.. Very hard to obey your orders,” he said breathlessly. His intake systems opened as his engine revved to higher rpms.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured as she teased his bonding circuits with her fingers. Gently, she forced him to extend them even as he shivered in pleasurable stimulation. “I’m sure you have the internal fortitude not to disobey a direct order,” she purred. A devilish gleam filled her strange optics as she ran her glossa along his extended bonding circuits.

Primus! This teasing was almost beyond his ability to stand! But she wanted him to stay still - To let her play with him as she wished. It was murder.. It was incredible! It was torture.. It was amazing! His moans increased in volume as he felt the warmth of her mouth surround his primary bonding cables. He gripped the berth in a death grip. The metal of the berth becoming dented and warped as the pressure built up in the hydraulics of his digits. Spreading his legs further, he arched as he felt her fingers slide in deeper, even as her glossa rolled over his bonding cables. Sending waves of incredible pleasure sensations rolling over his networks…

Enjoying her command of his chassis, Raptor probed deeper within him even as she toyed with his bonding cables in her mouth. Because of his third transformation mode into ‘Super Optimus’ or ‘Jet Optimus’, Prime had a second head module within his abdomen. This is where his battle processor was located. She had always wondered just how sensitive his audio receptors were on that helm. And tonight was the perfect time to find out – was it not? She slipped her slender fingers further into him, enjoying the fact that he spread his bent legs further apart, as if begging her to go further. His moans increasing in volume as his powerful chassis trembled in response to her actions.

She felt the tip of his battle mode helm. Running her fingers lightly along its side, she found the strangely shaped audio receptor antenna on that side. Rubbing it gently between her finger tips, she enjoyed his gasp. Flicking her glossa over his cables still locked in her mouth, she enjoyed the spasm that flowed through his chassis.

He felt her fingers probing ever deeper, finding sensitive circuits to caress. Waves of pleasure combined with each other as they flooded his networks. His meta swooned at the massive data load of the stimulation she was causing. He wanted to bond.. Now.. But she had ordered him to stay still. To withstand the torturous tease that she wanted to perform on him… It was wonderful.. No mech had ever taken this much time to pleasure him before. He couldn’t help but to spread his trembling legs further apart. Allowing the femme complete and total access to do whatever she wanted to…

She went in deeper, even as she toyed with his primary bonding cables still held within her mouth. Her glossa dancing over them.. Then Prime felt her fingers dance over his hidden head module. Her fingers rubbing those audio receptors just so.. His battle processor now as fully overwhelmed by pleasure stimuli as his meta was.. His internal temperature rising.. His rpms skyrocketing.. The waves of stimuli combining into a massive tidalwave.. Flowing over his networks.. Shutting him down one-by-one.. His amber optics opened wide in shock even as he threw his head back in ecstasy. He hadn’t overloaded without bonding since he was a youngling. He couldn’t believe it! Even as his circuit breakers flipped one-by-one.. She was – incredible!

With one final moan, Prime shuddered violently and went limp. Raptor pulled her hand out of him and allowed him to retract his bonding cables from her mouth. Sitting up, she scanned his still chassis with a smile on her face. She had caused him to overload without even bonding, just as she had planned. With a self-satisfied chuckle, she caressed his chassis lovingly as she waited for him to start the rebooting sequence.

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Slowly the alarms silenced within his meta and battle processors. Bringing his sensory grids back online, Prime felt her gentle touch on his grill even before he fully reactivated. The electrical impulses from the intense overload still tingling his nets, causing a wonderful lasting sensation through his chassis. A smile warmed his lips even as his optics brightened in activation.

“That wasn’t a fair game Raptor,” he lightheartedly accused as he scanned her face with half-activated optics. He noticed her self-satisfied smirk, the mischievous gleam in her strangely swirling optics. She had fully intended to make him overload like that. To prove she could more than satisfy him without actually bonding. And she had done it.. Unbelievably, she had done it!

Sliding up on top of him, she took his lips in a passionate kiss. She had enjoyed every minute of his pleasure… His disbelief of the ‘pleasure stunt’ she had pulled. “You have to admit; it was fun,” she purred as she released his lips. Her swirling optics locked with his, promising more of that in the future.

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Erotic Equal

As her glossa danced with his, Prime wrapped his massive arms around her lithe air frame. He explored the depths of her warm mouth, her living metal so sweet to taste. But even as he enjoyed the kiss, he began to delve deep into his memory banks. Back to when he was a maturing youngling exploring the sensuality of sensory stimulation. Yes, most mechs when they became mature only used the play as a brief precursor to actual bonding. They forgot the simple enjoyment of overloading without a full spark release.

But apparently Raptor had not… And she had re-awakened that part of him that had remained buried since his youth. That part that wanted to just play with a partner.. Explore his partner.. Find every last sensor on her chassis and drive her meta wild! If Raptor thought this little game of pleasure was won – she was so wrong… Prime felt the mischievous energy of youth flow through him as he decided to pay her back twice in return for her ‘torture’ of him. The excitement of trying to win this game..

As she released his lips, he suddenly activated his hydraulics. Flipping them both over, he ended up on top of the femme. His massive bulk pressed down on her air frame, pinning her helplessly to the table. He had no fear that she’d simply teleport out of his grasp, for he knew her to well. She’d welcome the game… Embrace the game.. Enjoy the game… “Well Earth Commander, it looks like you’ll have to follow my orders now, and you’re staying still now,” he teased as he leaned on his right arm and danced the digits of his other hand over her starboard wing.

A slag-eating grin flowed over her face as her optics began to swirl back to the deep purple. She made a half-hearted attempt to escape his hold, and then chuckled, “Mmmm, going to try and beat the master at the game?” She bent her leg, rubbing her thigh up against his still-exposed bonding circuits. “I don’t think so,” she purred, her optics having a mischievous gleam…

Slag her! Shivers went through him as her thigh pressed and rubbed his sensitive circuits. She surely was a sneaky one in this stimulation play. Optimus shifted his legs, bringing them closer together and flipping his lower legs over hers. Forcing her to remain still as he straddled her.. He moved his left hand from her wing and deftly latched his codpiece back on with just one hand. “You are such a disruptive recruit, perhaps you need to be spanked for not following orders?” he teased. His amber optics gleaming in the stimulation of this domination over her.. It was equally as satisfying to give pleasure while you received none. He was surprised that in his long life he’d never come across this fact.. Briefly a thought flicked over his meta.. A muse of what else this creative femme would teach him..

At that threat, Raptor cocked her head in interest. No mech had ever ‘spanked’ her before.. But back when she was a human.. Well.. That’s another story.. But she was curious about what the rather straight-laced mech was up to. Might be far more than just a little interesting… So she was going to more than ‘earn’ a spanking to be sure! Sliding her free hand up his hip, her thin fingers slid inside the joint. “Ah, but can’t a femme just have some fun?” she snickered in fake ‘innocence’.

Extracting her fingers, Optimus grinned. The expression on her face told him that she wanted to give him a reason to ‘discipline’ her. And he was more than willing to play along; she just didn’t realize what he was truly up to. “That’s enough youngling!” he ordered in his most authoritative voice. Snorting in apparent disgust, he grabbed her arms and slid off her a seamless motion. Forcing her to her thrusters, he spun her and bent her over the dented berth just as he flipped her arms down and behind her so that he could hold her wrists together with one hand. “I don’t want to do this, but you’re forcing me to,” he pretend-growled.

She shifted, pretending to struggle, her optics gleaming in an equal mix of desire and amusement. This was not what she’d expected out of the rather predictable mech. His surprising actions were exciting to her… Erotic.. Sensual.. She gave a fake whimper of fear..

Forcing her to stay bent over with his hand holding down on her wrists against her lower back, Prime hit her aft with the flat of his hand. The sound of metal striking carbide filled the silent hangar, reverberating from the walls. He made sure to hit hard enough to sting, but no more. He knew from the memory files he’d downloaded from her meta, that he could spank her far harder and still not really hurt her. But this wasn’t really about pain.. This was leading up to something even better..

It didn’t really even sting, and Raptor couldn’t help but act like a smart aft recruit about it. She giggled, “That’s the best you can do Commander?” Then she shifted her thrusters, angling her hips to rock against his crotch, teasing him even as he held her down..

His optics glittered at her challenge. Oh, she was going to get a spanking alright.. One she’d never forget! “You’re such an insolent youngling, you need to learn some respect,” he said in a low tone. With his free hand he unlatched her aft armor and tossed it to the side. Now her most sensitive circuitry was bared to him.. To do with as he pleased.. But no, that’s not where he was going just yet..

Raptor tensed as he stripped her of her protective armor. Her chassis shivered in anticipation. She felt him grind his codpiece into her sensitive circuits. The smooth warm metal rubbing against them.. Causing waves of pleasure stimuli to roll through her networks.. She moaned.. Setting her thrusters even more firmly on the ground.. Enjoying the pleasure he was causing..

Suddenly her port wing net went wild. Partially pleasure, partially a painful sting – as he slapped it hard with the flat of his hand. The unexpected sensations hit her battle processor hard, coupling with the waves coming from her bonding circuits. Throwing her head back, she screamed in pleasure, grinding her hips even harder against his. Again and again, he slapped her sensitive wing. Causing her trembling chassis to spasm in reaction each time…

A weight fell onto her back as he leaned on top of her. He let go of her wrists, for now her own wings would keep her pinned. The soft touch of his glossa against the back of an intake caused a tingling sensation to flow over her. Then he nibbled on it, slowly working his way down to one of her wings. Nibbling on the sensitive edge as she felt his fingers slide into her aft… She moaned, arching as best she could into his fingers.. His nibbles.. Her entire air frame vibrating as her plasma engines heated up.. Her bleeder vents opening fully to take in more air flow..

He probed slowly, rubbing along sensitive wires even as he used his mouth to work on her wing. Her shudders and moans excited him.. Made him want to rip off his own codpiece and slam his bonding cables into her.. But this play was no foreplay tonight.. This play was to overload.. To enjoy.. He slid his fingers slowly in and out of her naked circuits.. His audios picking up on her system reactions.. Her intakes pulling more and more air as he continued to excite her…

Sliding down, he kneeled behind her. Diving his glossa in as he wrapped one arm around her waist, not allowing her to escape. He teased her into extending her bonding cables. Taking them in his mouth, he rolled his glossa ever so gently over the top of them.. Reaching up with his free hand, he slid his digits underneath her cockpit canopy.. Stroking the sensitive circuits beneath… He felt her shudder.. Felt her getting close to overload. But he wasn’t done yet.. Stopping, his glossa he let loose of her bonding cables. Sliding up her as he rose to his feet…

“No, don’t stop… I was so close..” Raptor pleaded. Her chassis trembling as he continued his slow exploration of her cockpit circuitry.

Prime chuckled, “Oh I’m not done,” he promised. With his free hand, he unlatched his own codpiece. Thrusting his bonding cables deep within her, he bucked his hips. But he didn’t find connection.. He used his cables just as he had his glossa.. Causing waves of pleasure to roll over his nets, even as he did the same to hers… Moving his cables slowly in-and-out.. The cables sliding over each other.. Sparks of electrical signal flowed through nets with each movement.

“Oh, that’s so not fair!” Raptor gasped as she shuddered in ecstasy. He was making her want to bond.. Pushing her past her ability to resist the need… But then she felt his glossa on her wing again.. This added to the other sensations he was causing in her cockpit and bonding nets.. Her breakers began to flip.. Her systems overloading.. With a final gasp, she shut down..

Prime chuckled as she went limp. Standing up straighter, he looked down at the deactivated Seeker’s back and wings. Debating on if he should pull his bonding cables out of her or not, he decided on the later. It felt so good to feel them rubbing against hers. The stimulation almost as good as her glossa on them had been. Pushing against her, he locked their hips tighter. Absentmindedly, he traced her bot and con insignias as he waited for her to reboot…

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The alarms finally started shutting off in her meta. The loud clanging slowly silencing… Even before she fully reactivated, her meta registered the fact that his bonding cables were still within her, but not connected to her nets. The press of them against her own, caused a beautiful sensation to wash over her networks. The light touch of him tracing the insignias on her wings only added to the pleasure.

“I do recall a certain Seeker, teasing the living heck out of me before finally giving me release,” he whispered in her audios as her optics lit up in full reactivation.

Desire gleamed brightly in her swirling optics; his forceful yet painless domination, thoroughly unexpected – and exciting to her. The sensation of his circuits within her.. His spark so teasingly close.. Only their thin protective armor kept them from merging.. Becoming one..

Pressing his hips even tighter against her aft, he locked her legs against the dented berth. Running his fingers along her wing arrays, he enjoyed the Seeker’s moans. His fingers delved into her empty side weapons bays, caressing the sensitive circuitry protected within.

Mercilessly, he again tortured her with pleasure. His bonding cables dove deeper within her, teasing her from the inside even though he refused to connect. “Please, Prime..” she gasped, her entire frame trembling in desperate need of release.

His fingers traced her intakes, feeling the fluxing air flow. “I don’t think I’ve tested every net yet,’ he chuckled, “It might overwhelm your systems if I don’t check first.” He leaned over her back, his fingers working along her cockpit seems. Raptor bucked beneath him, helpless with her arms trapped under her pinned wings.

Accessing one of her bonding ports near an intake, Prime connecting the first line between them, teasing her further as his spark caressed hers from within. But he withheld his energy from her.. The sweet combining of their very cores..

“Full circuit..” she gasped; as he pressed his armor tightly to hers, his circuits going further within her, but still not connecting… Still not completing the circuit between them…

Running his hands down her wings, he slid them down into her bared aft, deftly stroking the primary net. Her spark pulsed brightly through their first link, its fire rising to an inferno as he continued to tease her. She screamed uncontrollably, the sensations almost too much for her systems. Almost making her want to shut down for a second time.
Bucking his hips against hers, he teased her as he slid his bonding cables a little more over hers. Leaning over her, he nibbled on one of her wings. “How bad do you want it?” he teased.

She moaned, “More than I ever have.” The nearness of the full circuit so enticing, she needed it… She longed for it… She could taste it.. His strong spark.. No fear or confusion in it this time.. Their first true bonding..


He extended his bonding cables further within her.. Teasing her.. “You remember when I screamed within you. As you and Red Alert checked my systems; I was helpless under your fingers.” His fingers sent another wave of pleasure through her. “Now you’re helpless under mine.”

He continued his teasing of her for a bit longer, until he could sense her beginning to weaken under the continuing onslaught of sensations. Then he rammed his hips into her aft, commanding his bonding circuits to link with hers…Completing the full circuit between them. His immense energy flooded through her systems, causing her to stagger in their wake. Her own high energy Seeker systems quickly adapted to the flow.

Then a shock flew through Prime, as the Seeker released control on her three cores. The intensity of the return flow from her, making his knees feel like they were buckling. Biting down on her wing, his spark joined fully with hers. Prime began to tremble as his own sensory nets integrated fully with hers, every touch of his hand, now sending shockwaves of stimulation through them both.

Trying to delay the impending overload, he circled his arms around her and let them both slide to the concrete floor of the hangar. As their shoulders touched the ground, he wrapped his legs around hers, forcing his circuits yet deeper into hers. The sensation was too much, and they overloaded together.

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Slowly, the alarms went off, one-by-one, as his systems rebooted. Still completely integrated with her, he felt the incredible sensation of the dual reality flow through him. He could feel his bulk pressing against her, at the same time feeling her lithe air frame pressing against him. He didn’t dare shift.. Didn’t want to end the integration between them…

“It’s a wonderful sensation, this dual realty.” He heard her voice say, even as his own voice said it. Not really knowing if it originated from one or the other.

Suddenly, the integration ended, as she turned towards him – causing their aft circuitry to disconnect. The disorientation of the suddenness of his singular reality blew through his meta, then his systems began to try and adapt, resetting. Before his systems could fully adapt, power blew through him as Raptor locked her hips back to his, her circuits diving into his. The full circuit re-established.

As he screamed in both pleasure and surprise, his cry was cut short as her lips met his. He shuddered against her, as her fingers explored his arrays. Unbelievably, they overloaded again.

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His shocked systems began to reset as they rebooted, his optics activated and he found himself looking into the dazed optics of his best friend… His lover.. His future bonded.. Still in the full circuit, the two Commanders looked at each other in surprise, for neither had ever overloaded, ever bonded, so completely – back-to-back like that.