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rules_and_protocolThis thread was recorded for posterity. This thread takes place on March 29 2015 between drunkfueler and
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Summary:
Prowls lost a data pad and needs it back to continue his work, he does something he's not entirely broud of to get it back.
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“Is it?” The fueler chuckles, tapping the data pad on his chin now. “I don’t believe a sexy Officer like yourself would be so
disorganized.” He teases pushing himself off the door way and into the bot’s office. Keeping a tight grip on the data pad and moving it behind his back.
“You’ll do whatever it takes to get it back if it’s important right~?”
Prowl was not amused, he needed that data pad. The enforcer would have reached out for it had he not put it behind his back. Prowl
carefully set down the pile of data pads in his arms.
“That would depend on what ‘whatever’ was.“ While it was true he did need the data pad he wasn’t about to spill Autobot secrets and be tried as a traitor.
“Oh you know just the simple easy stuff.” No secrets of course, why would he care for those? This fueler was done with the war. “For
starters…” He smirks, moving closer to the next resting a servo on it, keeping the other behind his back still holding the data pad.
“You can bend over that desk of yours~”
Prowl was unamused, his door-wings twitched in annoyance. He did not have time for this nonsense. Prowl stayed where he was standing
his ground.
“Or you could hand over the data pad and I could let you walk out of here instead of spending the night in the brig.”
The fueler’s optics shot at those wings when they moved. Well his first offer didn’t sell, but he had many more options to give out. “You
don’t think I’ve been in one before?”
The servo moves off the desk and points at the mech’s door wings. “You let me touch those and I’ll be happy to go to the brig.”
Prowl thought over his options. He carefully calculated the pros and cons of denying him the request and what repercussions it might have
for him to go on, obviously the mech would not leave the data pad with out something in return.
“Will I get my data pad back?” asked Prowl. having his door-wings touched was a small price to pay for getting what he needed back.
The fueler shrugged with a smirk, setting his servo back down on the desk. Really it was a fifty-fifty chance that most mechs would just have
to take and find out. And it made him wonder if Prowl would be one of those mechs. “Maybe, maybe not. Depends if you actually let me touch them long
enough for you to get your data pad back.”
So all he had to do was let some one touch him and he’d get his data pad back? There were worse things he could come up with that one
could hold over him to get his data pad back. A little door-wing fondling could probably be one of the better things.
Door-wings were common on most mecha, but only Praxians had sensitive enough door-wings for them to be a problem.
“Fine, but only the door wings.” stated Prowl.
A digit tapped on the desk waiting for an answer. Putting the data pad away in his sub space so he had two servos free. Becoming a lot
more happy when he hears that he can touch those beautiful door wings. He moves around the desk, getting himself behind the Officer.
“I promise to be gentle.” Sort of, he wasn’t exactly positive, but none of that mattered once he gets a servo on each wing. Slowly stroking them to the
edge and pinching the tips of the wings.
The touch sent shivers down his frame, his engine revved hard at the pinch the other had done at the tips of his door-wings. He hadn’t
meant to do that. He tried to stop his engine from revving so hard, this caused the pistons and cam shaft to whine.
Prowl tried to remain silent, there was not reason for this to be any more awkward then it already was for him.
To keep his systems from running hot he attempted to focus on other things, like the insane amount of paper work on his desk.
Hearing that engine go was pleasure to Octane’s audials. He wanted to see how far the Officer would take this before it was too much for
him. He moves two digits together at the edge of the wing and pinches it, then begins to slowly slide them across the wing edges.
His other servo gropes the wing joints, giving it a tight squeeze before going back to the other wing. Sliding his servo across it before pinching the tip
again. The sight was just making the fueler warm up so fast, nearly making his own engine purr.
Prowl invented harshly, trying to keep his systems from reacting. Prowl concentrated on calculating the probabilities of rebuilding
Cybertron. How long it would take, any thing to make sure he didn’t lose control. Though the mech was making it hard.
Most of the time his door wings had been hit, crushed, flicked, and worse. The pleasurable sensations that Octane was doing now were sending long
thought forgotten sensations though his spinal strut, making his axles tingle and his door wings felt lighter.
Octane wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. He was just having to much fun with this, playing with the door wings like a toddler.
Though the fueler was starting to take things a little out of hand. Moving a servo back to the joints he lets a digit slide the mech’s back struct.
Still keeping the other servo on a wing to keep him distracted. Squeezing it before he leans in and lets his glossa trail across the edge. Once the other
servo reaches the end of the back struct he gropes the Officer’s aft hard. Completely satisfied with himself.
Prowl let out a small moan when Octanes glossa trailed across the edge of his door wing. That act alone sent jolts through his systems.
His spark pulsed as the Praxian tried to gain control of his systems.
He did feel the Aft grope though, he grabbed the mechs hand keeping it away from his aft.
“That wasn’t the deal.”
Oh yes a moan! There was no way he could stop now. “Mmm couldn’t help it. You are just so handsome.” He gives a innocent grin,
holding Prowl’s servo tightly in his as the glossa goes back on the wing.
At this time though the fueler’s frame was pushing against the Officer’s, nearly keeping him pinned against the desk. “I’m in the mood to get down and
dirty are you~?”
Prowl bit his glossa to keep composed. A small moan left his vocoder, his self control was slipping. His wings twitched as pleasure ran
throughout his systems.
He was in the mood alright, but that wasn’t the deal. He didn’t know whether to ignore his question or answer. He didn’t know if he could trust himself to
answer.
If he said no there was a a good chance that Octane would change the terms of their agreement, and he could do that with out penalty, there was no proof
a deal had been made. Or at least not any proof that could hold up in court.
If he said yes there was a slightly smaller chance of Octane changing their deal. he would be able to get the data pad back with minimal argument and
sooner than the no option.
His servos move to the Officer’s hips, squeezing them tightly as he presses his frame against the other’s some more. Letting his chin
rest on top of the mech’s helm. Prowl didn’t give an answer yet, so he was thinking about what he offered, and this was all just for a simple Data pad.
He purrs into Prowl’s audials, letting his digits shuffle into the seams on the hips. Then moving his face back to the wings to let his glossa trail across
them. “I didn’t hear a no~ Does that mean we can take this to the next step?”
Prowl moaned, his door wings trembled as pleasure ran through his struts making his legs feel weak. Prowl tried to think, get more data on
the situation.
“I’m not a pleasure bot,” stated Prowl. Sure he had offered to have his wings petted for a data pad but wing petting was different than actual interfacing.
“Pay up for the wing pets and then we will see.”
“Never said you were.” He purrs moving a servo into his sub space, taking a risk on giving this back to the Officer but for Octane it was
worth it. Taking out the data pad he places it on the side of the desk.
His servos go back to touching Prowl’s hips, then begin to move upwards towards the chassis. “So what do you say cop? Finish what’s been started?”
Prowl smirked seeing the data pad on the desk. His engine rumbling as Octane moved his hands up his frame.
Prowl moaned, “yes.” he opened his panel revealing his aching valve. He braced himself on the desk. It had been a long time since he had interfaced
with anyone, he hoped he wasn’t too rusty at this.
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“I don’t,” Prowl moaned, “have a preference.“ Interfacing had never been important enough to build a preference. There had always been
something more important, work or the war.
The officer shivered at the digit traveling deeper in his valve. His engine purred as the tingling sensation rolled through out his struts.
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Prowl grips at the desk when the third digit gets added. He invents hard, panting to get more air for his intake manifold. His internal fans
are running full speed.
“It has been a while since I have last done this,” stated Prowl between moans.
His systems were beginning to enter the yellow zone. Small warning messages were popping up on his hub, his internal temperature was higher than
normal.
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The officer lets Octane push his head onto the desk.
Prowls entire frame twitches as the other mechs spike pushes into his valve. He moans grabbing the edge of the desk as his valve stretches to
accommodate the spike instead of the digits that had been there earlier. It throbs sending pleasure though his systems. His legs start to tingle and go
weak once Octane starts stroking his wings.
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Prowl moaned loudly as the other mech relentlessly slammed into his valve. He moved with the mech on top of him, helping his spike go
deeper. The Officers engine roared, his hud showing him warnings that his systems were redlining.
Prowl moaned as he picked up speed. He could feel his overload approaching.
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His own overload had caused his entire frame to tremble, his valve constricted around Octanes spike.
Prowl winces and his doorwings hike up when his digits press down on his frame. He felt filthy now, a trip to the wash racks was needed.
“You can let me go now,” stated Prowl. He got the data pad back and the extra charge had been dissipated. There was no need for Octane to continue,
he had overloaded.
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Prowl grunted, while Octane squeezed the end of his doorwings.
“I do not believe that there is a purpose to continuing. You have overloaded. I have overloaded.“
He had no more urge, his own charge had been spent, he was ready to be clean and get back to work.
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Prowl was curious what more could Octane possibly want to do?
“wha-” his question was interrupted by the other mechs glossa going into his valve. That had surprised him, why would some one stick their glossa
there?
The glossa in his valve was an odd feeling. “What are you ~ah doing?” His frame shuttered at the new sensation.
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Prowl moaned as his valve leaked lubricant. Everything that Octane was doing was sending his systems quickly though another overload.
He still didn’t understand why one would want to lick the inside of ones valve, but it did feel good.
The Officer grabbed onto the edge of the table almost cracking it as he hit another overload.
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Prowl squirmed around the digit still in his valve. He could feel the fluids drying on his legs.
“I wouldn’t know what I haven’t done, I’m not an interfacing encyclopedia,” answered Prowl.
The Officer reached back into one of the drawers in his desk, trying not to let the digit move while he looked for a cleaning cloth. He wanted to get the
fluid off him before it stained his paint.
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Prowl moans surprised at the movement of the digit in his valve.
When he’s flipped over on his desk, some of the data pads fall of the other end. He could feel the fluids start to cool and crust.
“Why do you care about my lack of interface knowledge?”
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Prowl shivered under the other mech, “ah~”
Prowl moved his legs around the other mech, “It is beginning to lean that way yes.”
Octane continued to distract him from getting his work done. He would much rather be working on the data pads then learning the ins and outs of
interfacing. In the end Interfacing was rather useless compared to keeping up on his work.
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“I would rather you didn’t make another mess,” stated Prowl. He could feel that fragging fluid on his leg, it was drying and it felt gross. He
tried to stop his engine from humming, and moaning as he put his digits in deeper.
“What do you plan on doing?” asked Prowl, he would like to have a bit of an idea as to what was in store of him.
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Prowl felt his valve throb at the movement. he unlocked his panel there was an almost audible click.
“Just do it and get it over with would you?” asked Prowl more than stated. Now that he said it he had a feeling he might regret saying it. Some of that
paperwork needed immediate attention.
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Prowl moaned throwing his helm back. His wings were starting to cramp from being on his back on the desk, but the pain was almost
non-exsistant.
“Ah-I’m going to,” Prowl continued to moan, this felt extremely good. He tried not to buck up He could feel his pleasure build.
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Prowl moaned loudly, before finally overloading. Prowls frame shuttered as his systems shut down, and several nano-clicks later his
systems started up again.
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Prowl slowly got up trying not to agitate his valve. It was a little sore, but nothing that wouldn’t hurt worse in the morning. Prowl looked at
his own frame and his desk, there was trans-fluid, and lubricant over his clean desk and legs.
The Officer reached for a cloth he kept in one of the drawers, starting to get the dried fluids off his armor.
“If you want to get out of here with out being arrested first I suggest you start leaving soon.”
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Prowl grabbed a polishing cloth left over from the previous user of the desk. “Here,” stated Prowl throwing it at Octane.
The Officer continued to clean off his frame. His panels all closing and he would really get clean in the wash racks later. He just had to get decent first.
He had several places on his armor that needed cleaning as well as making his desk presentable for when the commander came to get the data pads
while he was off duty.
Octane grinned as the cloth was thrown at him, taking it he begined to clean himself. Not exactly doing the best job but he could get the rest off later when he hit the wash racks, if he felt like it. Stepping away from the desk he throws the cloth back to Prowl, letting a digit trail across his wing as he heads for the door.
“See you around Officer~”
Prowl stared unamused at the other mech, He still had plenty to clean up before tending to anything else. The data pads were the first on his list as he got up getting his wings away from the other mechs digit.
“Probably not,” stated Prowl slowly picking up the data pads that had fallen off the desk.
