Kinky Bots 1
Perceptor walked around the kneeling form of Dead End, like a shark circling its prey, the Autobot scientist's waste tanks ere near bursting, and the Decepticon had said that he enjoyed getting urinated on.
So Dead End had gone to the scientist with his dirty little fantasy, that he wanted to make a reality.
"Come Here" instructed Percy, servos on hips, as the Con crawled over to the other bot.
"Please...Perceptor" whined Dead End.
"Please...what?" snapped the Autobot, who's tank was about to burst.
"Please...m-may I have a drink, Sir!" replied the aroused Con.
"Very well" said Perceptor, as he activated the protocols that would allow him to empty his waste tank.
Percy cleared his throat, when the panel on his crotch slid away and his spike extended out, then moaned in relief as a stream of piss flowed out of his spike, soaking the Decepticon's face. Watching as he licked his mouthplates, savoring the tangy taste of the Autobot's pee.
"Mmmm...good little Decepticon" moaned the scientist, as he patted Dead End on the helm.
"Um....P-percy" said the Con.
"Is something wrong, did I not perform adequately enough?" said the Autobot as he knelt beside the Con.
"Of course not, my spike is quite stiff, and...I was wondering if you could help me with it" spoke Dead End.
"It'll be a pleasure to see you squirm under my servo" said the scientist as he took hold of the Con's spike, that had seemed to have freed itself during the session.
"I'm rather glad that the war is over" said Dead End.
"As am I" replied Percy.
Cyclonus watched with tired optics as the last patron had exited his bar, ever since Optimus and Megatron had put aside their differences to fight the Quintesson's, things between the Autobots and Decetipcons were better, albeit slowly.
Cyclonusfelt something nudge his leg, looking down, he saw the large Cyberhound that he rescued from a horrid mech, a few cycles ago and patted his helm.
"Hey boy, ya want something?" asked the older mech.
The Cyberhound gave a weird whine and nudged his snout against the bot's codpiece, "oooh...I see, just let daddy close up and-" before he could finish, the blasted beast had begun humping the purple mech's leg.
"Alright alright! you naughty boy, daddy will get you your treat" he said.
So after pushing the dog off, Cyclonus headed to the back and sat on the toilet, freeing his spike.
The Cyberhound rushed up to moist tip of his owner's spike and lapped over it, with a soft, broad, glossa.
"Ahhhhhh.....that's nice, lick daddy's spike!" moaned Cyclonus as the beast lapped his spike and valve, making him moan and gave him pleasure that he hadn't felt since before the war, hoping that nobody found out about his dirty little fetish.
"Ohhhhhh....hnnggh....g-good boy" moaned the Decepticon commander, as his pet lapped away at his spike, spark pulsing had in its casing, driving the poor mech crazy with each quick swipe of the beast's tongue.
The jet was sure that he would go straight to the pit for doing this. But he was far too horny to care about what others thought; and would be quite shocked to know how many other bots and cons did the same thing.
The commander overloaded with a shout, transfluid shooting up and arching through the air, before being lapped up by the Cyberhound.
"Oh my....oh Primus...that felt so good" vented Cyclonus as his softening spike was cleaned, while he pet the beast's head.
Had the purple con been more aware, he would've seen that Lazerbeak was perched above them at an angle, and had recorded everything.
Suddenly the Cyberhound growled at something, causing Cyclonus to look up, and saw the former con spy.
"LAERBEAK, YOU SLAGGER!!!" shouted the mech angrily, causing the former spy to squawk as he flew out, chased by the angry commander.
Try as he might, he could not catch the bird, and grumble bitterly as he went back to close the bar.
"Boy, remind me to give Soundwave a good thrashing, the next time I see him" said the mech.
"This is utterly humiliating, I swear that you will pay for this Kup!" exclaimed Ratchet as he stood in front of the other mech, wearing a Cybertronian sized human diaper over his codpiece, glaring at him with the promise of pain.
"Now now Ratch, naughty babies don't get to speak to their daddies like that" said an amused Kup, "papa's gonna have to give ya a spankin" stated the other mech in mock displeasure as he reached out and whiped the medic's diaper down, before upending the CMO over his knees and began to spank him.
Ratchet jolted in the greenish-teal mech's lap, as the first smack landed square on his aft, causing the medic to let out a small grunt, before two more landed in the same spot in rapid succession.
Ratchet just grit his dental plating and took the aft beating with as much dignity as possible. Which proved harder than he realized, given that his spike was straining against his codpiece and was released after the panel on his codpiece slid open.
Ratchet had been a huge fan of spankings for as long as he could remember. Although, the Autobot CMO had preferred to give rather than get them, not because he hated getting spanked but because he never could find a mech capable of meeting his needs.
And those that did, always seemed to afraid of him, even Megatron himself was weary of the medic, and the day that he went to the decepticon leader for a spanking was when he would've hit rock bottom.
"Hmmm....naughty baby" chuckled Kup when he felt the medic's spike poke his thigh after a rather hard smack, the other Autobot was sure that Ratchet had a devious smile on his face, making him wonder if Prime's medic was some sort of masochist in disguise.
Could Ratchet, the Autobot chief medical officer, actually like having his aft spanked?
"Ratch, ya dirty fragger! are you gettin off on havin yer aft tanned?" chuckled Kup.
"Don't know about Ratchet, but we're certainly enjoying the show" said Macaddam as he and Perceptor were dripping at the sight before them.
"Sorry Kup, but being watched is a mood killer for me" said Ratchet.
"Perhaps later, if you're good, I might let you spank me again" teased the medic as he stood up from Kup's lap.
Kup glared at the cheeky medic as he stood up, strode over and smacked his aft, "quiet brat" laughed Kup, kneeling down and engulfing the medic's spike, bobbing his helm up and down expertly.
Macaddam's Pet had rushed over and began sniffing the scents of the aroused mechs, Kup pulled his mouth off the medic's spike to see what was going on, only for the blasted Cyberhound to sneak in and gave Ratchet's spike a sniff.
"Well...gentlemechs, feel like having your spike licked?" asked Macaddam as he, Perceptor, and kup freed their aching spikes and knelt on the floor.
"Ooooh...primus yes, haven't had a Cyberhound lick my spike in vorns" moaned Kup as he watched the beast lap at Ratchet's turgid spike, making him squirm with each swipe of his glossa that seemed to know all the right spots to hit.
Bots and Cons alike watched as Kup strode over to the bound form of Megatron. A coiled electro-whip, clenched in his servo, as he moved into position behind the decepticon leader, turning it on and uncoiling it.
"Well...how many is he to get?" asked Kup.
Megatron of Tarn, is to get....oh...my primus, 96 lashes" stammered the Autobot who had been appointed by the Optimus to oversee the punishment.
"What! that's so uncool" said a dark purple flyer.
"Yeah, boo Autobots" shouted the Cons, outraged that the amount was so high.
"However, Ratchet had managed to talk Prime down to sixty" stated the bot.
The gathered mechs began to whisper amongst themselves, only stopping when Ratchet made his way over to them.
"What's up" asked Kup.
"Well....I...uhhhh...I'll be handling Megatron's punishment" stammered Ratchet, taking the whip from Kup.
The crowd was silent as the Medic got into position and began the whipping, some of the citizens had lowered their helms out of fear or sadness, the only sounds were of the whip sailing through the air and connecting with Megatron's back.
Each expert lash that the medic gave, was followed the Decepticon leader's agonized howl, each scream that was ripped from Megatron, would forever haunt the medic..
It was rather ironic that a mech who was supposed to heal, was flogging another mech, a punishment that he had so hard against, to ban the practice of it as a means to punish mechs.
Ratchet was beyond furious at Optimus for even suggesting that Megatron deserved such a barbaric punishment. But the word of the Prime was law, so the CMO was unable to do anything but obey.
The smell of spilled energon soon filled the air, as Megatron's back became criss-crossed with lashes. And by the final strike, Ratchet threw down the horrid implement and rushed off, leaky optics covered with a servo.
"Dammit, primus fragging dammit!" bellowed the medic as he trashed the medbay.
"How could you Optimus, how could you order me to...to do that to Megatron?" yelled Ratchet as collapsed on the floor, sobbing and vomiting from fear, anger, and stress, before passing out from exhaustion.
Ratchet's optics powered up quickly and bolted up from the bed he was on, only to be gently pushed back down by a very concerned Kup.
"W-where's Optimus?" asked the medic in a slight panic.
"No longer on Cybertron, when we told him about what he made you do, he felt so guilty about the position he put you in, that he exiled himself" said Kup.
"Perceptor and I will watch over you while you recover, then we'll fill you in about the changes.
Now that the war is pretty much over, the people want you to be the head of the new Cybertron council" informed Perceptor.
The medic was so shocked that he appeared to be frozen, which gave Kup and Percy time to kiss him before leaving and allowed him to rest.
Ratchet normally would've belted anyone that dared to assault like that, but he was still too tired to even playfully smack them, so he let them get away with for the moment, but would make sure to punish them later.
He was the chief medic and soon to be council leader, and would most likely be the only authority on the planet.
One of the things he was going to to do, is to use spankings instead of flogging.
Chuckling darkly, the medic went to work on his new laws, hoping that some bot would dare to disobey him, so that he wouldn't need an excuse to whoop aft.
Not that the Autobot medic ever needed a reason to spank.
Astrotrain looked down at the Autobot sucking his spike, the large mech had a Cybertronian sized police belt around his waist, or rather around his peds while he gripped the nightstick in one servo and tapped it against the other.
"Yes..that's it pet, suck that cop dick" moaned the Con.
As if that wasn't enough, an Insecticon came around, who also wore a policeman's belt, he clicked happily as he freed his spike and moved in behind the Autobot and knelt down before giving his aft a lick with his long wiggly glossa.
The Assault on his aft by the Insecticon cop, had caused the Autobot to lap harder at Astrotrain's spike, but the oral action was beginning to get tiresome, so he pulled away and turned around before lowering his massive aft on the poor bot's shocked face.
"Yes...this feels nice, taste that cop aft!" exclaimed Astrotrain as he bounced around a little on the other mech's face, a rumbling in his tanks had told the Con that he had too much gas and need to expel it.
Astrotrain groaned and before he could stop, a thunderous fart left his aft, causing Kickback to back off and dive for cover, while the Autobot caught the full blast of the other mech's aft cannon.
"Frag it, Astro! warn a mech before doing that" screeched the Insecticon as he poked his helm up from the ground.
"Heh....sorry, too much unfiltered energon" said the larger mech.
"Primus, your worse than Megatron" stated Kickback.
"HAH! I'm gonna pass out now" said the Autobot dizzily.
The two Decepticon cops looked at each other, before they rushed forward fell to their knees and began kissing, spikes fully erect and dripping as they lashed their glossa's in the other's mouths.
"It would appear that your plan worked" stated Perceptor as he, Ratchet, and Kup watched from behind an abandoned building.
"Yes, but holy primus, does that Decepticon's aft blast pack a fragging wallop!" exclaimed Ratchet as he waved a servo under his nose.
"C'mon Ratch, you've let loose some impressive aft blasts yourself" sniggered Kup.
"Ratchet, are you planning on spanking them for their horrid behavior?" asked Perceptor.
"The Insecticon yes, but Astro's too big" replied the medic.
"Bout time that fitly bug had his aft whupped!" exclaimed Kup.
"Just out of curiosity, who thought that those two would make good cops?" asked Kup as he gestured towards them, a little grossed out by how eager the Insecticon was to slurp away at the other Con's spike after having their epic make out session.
Later that day, Kup, Perceptor, and Astrotrain were gathered outside the medbay, where the sounds of Ratchet's hand landing on the bare protoform of Kickback's aft was audible, even through the heavy metal door.
"Hmmm...I don't hear any screeching" stated Perceptor.
"Probably because Ratch has the bug gagged" laughed Kup.
"Speaking of aft beatings, what happened to you Astro?" asked Kup.
"Well...Megatron...he uh...paddled my aft" said the Decepticon shuttle, a tad embarrassed about it.
"Ya want me to kiss it and make it better?" asked the Autobot.
Astrotrain couldn't tell if Kup was teasing him or being serious, either way, his poor aft was in need of some tenderness.