Fic: Stripperella - Chapter 2

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Universe:  Wildly AU - Humanized Transformers
Rating:  NC17
Characters:  A lot of them.  Megatron, Starscream, Optimus Prime, Elita One, Soundwave, cassettes, Blaster, cassettes, Prowl, Jazz, Tracks, Bumblebee, Sunstreaker, Cliffjumper, Sideswipe, Coneheads, Shockwave, Sunstorm, Arcee, and probably a lot more that I can’t remember.


Reminder to check the first chapter for WARNINGS if you need to.  Otherwise, please do read on!








“I assume that the dog is ready?”

Soundwave gave her a reproachful look.  “When has he ever not been ready, Starscream.  Just put your belt on and get in front of the camera.”

A sneer, but Starscream did as she was told.  Once being scratched to pieces by the giant mastiff was plenty enough of a lessor for her.  Once on, she undid her hair clip, shaking her head and sitting to unlace her shoes, her dress already hanging on the hook by the door.   

Frenzy was manning the camera today, and gave her a lascivious grin.  His eyes darkening as he watched her hips and breasts sway as she walked over and leaned against the wall, returning her nod out of carefully ingrained habit rather than hospitality.

Soundwave wasn’t far behind, Punch, the huge Mastiff already biting at the bit and whining at the end of his leash.  She unclipped it and gave him the sit command before sliding out of the shot, moving to where she could easily jump in if needed.

Another nod from Frenzy and Starscream ran her hands over the giant dog, cooing to him in a disturbingly cute way.  Letting him lick a stripe from neck to ear, even though every single human in the room knew that she hated it with a passion, only failing to respond as she normally would because the camera was rolling, and second shots were wasted money.

Punch licked lower, his own routine well established.  A swipe of the tongue across her breasts to nose her right between the legs, making Starscream moan and rise up on her toes.  Tongue slithering out to lick from asshole up to the edge of  her slit, stopping every few to wedge his nose back in and sniff around, looking for the signs he’d been taught meant that his bitch was ready.

Starscream moved and maneuvered on the floor, laying down with her knees up and spread, hips arched high in the air, waving in front of Punch’s face.  He looked to Soundwave and she gave him the go ahead, his nose immediately going back between the spread legs, tongue this time tasting as he went, probing, pushing full length in to Starscream before rolling back out.  Sampling the flavor, his jowls puffing as he took air in with the flavor of his bitch.  Snuffing back out to push his tongue in again, ears perking as she made one of her happy noises.  He licked with gusto, the full, flat, broad length of his tongue grating against her sensitive skin.  The foot long appendage rasping against her clit for full seconds on end, always returning to press inside, testing to see if she was ready enough for him.

It didn’t take long this time, and her legs were shaking with the effort to keep her pelvis in the air.

Starscream’s moans punctuated the air and Punch worked enthusiastically until she lowered her hips.  Scootching around on her back to press her own tongue to the seated Mastiff’s still sheathed erection.

Starscream licked the tip, hands working the folds of skin until his penis extended, hard and long and pink.  Fluid already gathered at the tip and knot swelling as hot and wet teased Punch with their insufficient stimulations.

A signal from Soundwave and Punch moved backward, mouth hanging open and jowls puffing up with air as he watched his bitch turn and present herself for the taking.  His nose pressing right through her folds to sniff the opening directly, tongue slithering inside a few more times before Punch abruptly heaved himself up, his dewclaws catching the waist cover as he tried to position himself, his bitch reaching a limb back to help guide him in.

A rumble escaped him at the first thrust, and Punch growled low.  His hips pistoning, balls smacking Starscream with every snarling thrust. Her hips tilting back and knees spreading wider as the camera shot zoomed in to capture the whole length of the Mastiff’s penis as it moved in and out.  Fluids glistening and dripping from where they connected and Punch’s knot finally slipping inside.  The Mastiff lunging forward to catch her hair in his teeth.  His hips jerked, Starscream wailing for the camera, and then stilled, Punch keeping a hold of his bitch until Soundwave made a sharp motion.  Her slobber coated hair falling from his mouth as he dismounted and stood waiting, the two ass to ass, for his knot to recede.

Frenzy zoomed in on Starscream, the woman jerking every time the dog moved until he finally slid free, her hand pushing the hair from her face to look into the camera, breathing heavily through an open mouth, before Frenzy cut it and offered a hand.  Soundwave already moving Punch back through the house to his massive outdoor kennel.

She took it, heaving herself up with a distasteful grimace.

“Why I ever agreed to do dogs I’ll never know.”

Soundwave’s oldest son gave a toothy grin, unhooking the memory card from the camera and heading over to the computer they kept in the stage room.

“Money, of course.  There are a lot of sick bastards out there dying  to see you get fucked by an animal with a giant dick’n balls.”

Starscream gave a pointed look at the bulge visible in Frenzy’s cargo shorts.

“Don’t tell me.  You’re one of those sick bastards?”

The man laughed, turning just enough to present his profile and prominently tented shorts.

“A learned trait over the years, I assure you.  Even Ma gets hot under the collar with you here, not that she’d ever show it.  You just have one of those vajs that everyone enjoys looking at, I suppose.”

She unzipped the waist cover and folded it back up, tucking it into its slot on the wall before pulling her slobber covered hair back with an alligator clip. Lifting her sun dress off the hook and over her head, smirking at Frenzy before her head disappeared under the fabric.  Shaking to make the dress lay properly and sitting to lace her shoes back up, fabric riding up on her thigh as she spread her knees and bent to the task.

Frenzy made no move to cover his leer, eyes dark and hungry as they stared between her thighs.

“What, no underwear today?”

Starscream finished lacing her first platform and moved on to the next, making sure to splay herself just that  more in the chair.  

“I prefer ease of access, myself, and why wear something that would only get dirty?”

She tied the knot in her laces, hiking up her dress a little more so that Frenzy could see Punch’s semen dribbling out to form a little puddle on the chair.  Dragging a finger through the mess and flicking it at him before raising an eyebrow.

Frenzy finished the download and moved to put the memory card back in the camera, setting the whole system back on its tripod.  Turning to face Starscream and pressing close enough that her head was in line with his stomach, looking down with a cocky expression.

“I don’t suppose you have time for an encore, before you go back to that hulk of a husband of yours?”

Starscream grabbed one of his hands, her own fairly dwarfed by them, and led it to her crotch.  Using his fingers to smear the viscous liquid over her pussy, laughing softly when a finger curled inside her.

“For you Frenzy, I think I can spare a few minutes.”

~~

Soundwave secured Punch in his outdoor run, moving back inside to find a burgeoning fashion designer sitting on her sofa.  A box held in his hands as he listened with a smirk to the noises coming from the recording room.

Soundwave walked over and immediately shut the door, the sound proofing cutting off the sound of her eldest son fucking the blonde porn star.  Grabbing the box from the brunette and muttering under her breath as she took it to the table and opened it.  Ignoring the man as he moved to stand beside her, watching as she lifted each garment out with care.

She laid each one out, inspecting it.  Running a trained eye over stitches and embellishments, lace and beading, making sure that the items were well crafted.  

The nurse dress was a bit longer than she’d wanted, but Starscream could work with that.  It never hurt to add a bit of mystique, and lord knows that there wasn’t anything that she could think of that would stop the sales of Starscream’s videos.  

The man watched her, eyes hooded as she finally placed each outfit on a hanger and stored them in the giant walk in closet, a body pressing close to her backside the second the last one was hung.

“I love to see you adore my work.  Gets me all hot and bothered, because I know you’re counting stitches, and approving my fabric choice.”

Soundwave rolled her eyes, but let him press her close. Reaching back to run her fingers through his styled auburn hair, simply because she knew it annoyed him.  He tsked at her and caught her hand, pressing a kiss to the knuckles, just holding her close.

“Tracks...”

“Shuu baby.  I am still aware of your done and gone ex.  Still understand that all you want is a little comfort.  Just let me give that to you.”

She turned in his arms, just resting against his chest.  Listening to his heart beat with a slow and steady rhythm.  Blaster was gone.  She knew that.  

Gone.

Soundwave straightened up, holding her head high as she heard Tracks sigh behind her

“Thank you Tracks.  I’ll call you with the next order.”

~~


 
Dirge stowed his backpack, slamming his locker shut and moving to join the throng of teens heading off toward classes.  

He had an appointment, but hopefully it wouldn’t take more than a minute or two.  He didn’t fancy getting another detention for being late to math.

Slipping into the bathroom, he knocked three times on the far stall, the latch clicking as it slid out of the catch.  Sliding in and re-hooking the lock before turning to face Bumblebee.  The smaller teen fiddling nervously with his hands and refusing to look at Dirge’s face.

“We don’t have much time here.  You got the cash?”

The blonde produced a small bundle of cash, shoving it at Ramjet with a frightened expression.

“Dad said to make sure he got the latest with her and Punch... and on DVD like usual.”

Dirge quickly counted the money, shoving it into a special pocket on the inside of his cargo pants, before flipping open his binder and pulling out a cased dvd with a picture of Punch on the front.  Handing it to the sophmore with a smile.

“Don’t be so nervous. We’re almost done here and you can go pretend we don’t know each other, alright?”

Bumblebee blushed as he met Dirge’s eyes, looking down, then away.  His hands fisted at his sides.

“I... don’t really know what to do...”

Dirge felt his dick stirring, just at the thought of getting Bumblebee on his knees.  

“Just don’t use your teeth and you should do just fine.”

He pushed on Bumblebee’s shoulders and the teen dropped, knees hitting the floor with a crack that even made Dirge wince. Undoing his pants and reaching in to pull his cock through the gap in his boxers, giving it a few strokes.  Bumblebee’s shaking hand reaching up to follow his, touch light and infuriating.

“Harder.  That shit tickles.”

Bumblebee flinched, but gripped more firmly.  Tongue reaching out to lick around the head, lapping cautiously at the warm skin.

Dirge groaned into his arm, the little puffs of air that hit his wet dick playing him like a wonderfully tightly strung violin.  He pressed against Bumblebee’s mouth, thrusting just enough to bounce his cock off the plush lips until they opened.  Ignoring the muffled cry of surprise that came from the blonde.

He kept it shallow, hurting Bumblebee was a no-no, it would ruin his reputation besides.  There was a reason that he sold the most movies at the school.  He was too damn good to mess that up for a 5 second orgasm in the pot.

Running his hands over the sophmore’s head, threading his fingers through the short blonde hair like he’d seen his mother do to their father when he was eating her out.  Coaxing, gentle and demanding all at once because they knew you were there, just as focused on them as they were on you.

Sometimes, Dirge mused, it paid to have a stripper for a mom.  He knew more about sex then probably the whole school combined.

Including how to get it when he wanted it.

So he petted the other boy, and when he finally shot his load soon after that, it was to an eager mouth that kept sucking until he moved the blonde head away.

Bumblebee had a strangely happy smile when leaving the bathroom.