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Times Are Changing	By : LuciferDragon Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 4016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Icestriker, Jadefire, and Katrina. Everything else belongs to the Transformers movie-verse. I make no money off this fic. It's all in good fun.

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Welcome to the reason this story is now rated M! This isn't the full-blown deal, but still qualifies for mature content now. Also, if you haven't guessed by now, Jade has no idea what any of this is. She was usually so busy with her studies, that the subject didn't matter at all. Anyway, I couldn't find a few terms for Transformer anatomies that I wanted, so don't hit me for using basic terminology. Any suggestions for fixes would be great!

12

At two in the morning, Katrina sighed in frustration from her hiding place in the bushes. She put her binoculars down and plopped her chin on her knuckles, glaring at the two 'bots she had been spying on for the past hour.

"You know, spying isn't very nice," a voice said behind her, effectively making her jump nearly out of her skin.

"Shut up, 'Striker!" she said between her teeth. "They'll hear you!"

"Leave them alone. They both need this."

Katrina started to protest, but gave up quickly. "Oh fine, have it your way."

"Always do. Let's go."

She grudgingly followed, casting one last glance to the other two, now in the process of slipping away. "You owe me big."

"I can owe you something very big if you shut up and come back inside."

"So why not at the base?" Jadefire asked through the comlink over the roar of their engines.

"Better privacy," he answered. "Katrina was eavesdropping where we were."

"Probably wanted a show."

"I'm not into voyeurism." Ironhide led her down a few more roads, his hormones racing at his plans for the night. They traveled carefully up a dirt road, winding up a steep hill. Once at the top, they transformed, and Jadefire got a good view from the overlook.

It looked out on the coastline, the glow of the waning moon still prominent on the water. "I can't think of anything as beautiful as this," she said, sitting in the grass and gazing outward.

"I can think of a few things." He sat behind her. "Do you want to continue from last night, or stick to what we were doing?"

"I, uh, I'm not really sure."

"I'll refresh your memory." He grazed his dental plates against her neck, feeling her twitch in surprise.

"Jump straight to the point, don't you?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he slid his hand down her belly and over to the cover that hid her port from view.

It was a brand new sensation that she wasn't used to, like a mild jolt of electricity. He continued using his digits until her sensors knew what was going on, and the mild jolt subsided.

"I'm going to do this one way at a time, so you can get used to the feelings." Without effort, he found the small access latch and unhitched it, leaving her feeling completely exposed.

"''Hide, I don't know—"

"This is what you wanted. No one will see or hear you. Just me."

She relaxed slightly. "If anyone comes up here, I'll kill you."

He chuckled. "You like me too much to do that."

More than you can know, she thought before all logical thought left her processors. She twitched as a digit ran itself around the outside of her access port, not quite sure what to make of it as a foreign sound escaped her vocal processor.

He took it as a sign of encouragement and moved on, slipping inside her port and feeling for an old familiar button. The whole time her vents flared with air and she trembled in anticipation. He felt her inner rims working against his skilled fingers as he found the button he was looking for. It was barely more than a small indent, but every time he pushed on it, her moans escalated. She gripped firmly on his arms, but he didn't relent. He continued until he heard her coolant systems engage and she let out a scream he hadn't heard in ages.

It felt like she was being electrocuted, but in a good way. She couldn't stop the sounds she made even if she wanted to. Whatever he was doing was something she hadn't even known existed. Just as she felt like she was about to overheat, the electric shock took over her whole body, making a blissful scream escape her mouth plates.

"Easy," he whispered. "Easy." He slowed down his strokes, letting her sensors reboot and her processors recognize what had happened.

"W-What was that?" she asked after a minute.

"Overload. That's why I wanted you to be patient with this. It can be a lot to handle."

"How many other ways could you make that happen?"

"Two right now. Glossa and module."

"Do you… think you can use your glossa this time?"

He heard her cooling system power down and her Energon regulator returned to a normal pace. "Only if you want me to. It's a bit different."

"I do."

He regarded her for a moment before moving out from behind her, and leaning her back against a thick tree trunk. "You should be better prepared in dealing with the overload now, but if it's too much, I'll stop when you say stop."

"Only if it'll kill me if you don't."

He grinned. "Famous last words, Femme." He kneeled down in front of her and held her legs apart.

She instantly froze. "No, don't—"

"I have to look if I'm to do this. It's just me looking still." He glanced up at her. "Unless you don't trust me."

"I do… Just nervous."

"Let it go." He lowered his head between her legs and flicked his long glossa over the entire diameter of her port, making her shiver in response. He circled around a few times, dipping shallowly inside every so often, keeping her guessing. Once her shakes settled down, he twisted his glossa around in her port, feeling all the constricting and retracting rims that would eventually hold him in place.

The little electric shocks started once again, and she dug her fingers into the ground at each one. When his glossa found that button once more, her optics flew open and her back arched at the twisting feeling this gave, compared to the solid set strokes of his fingers. "Oh, Primus!" she shouted against her will.

He removed his glossa just to say, "Not quite, but I'll take it as a compliment." He resumed his ministrations, twisting his glossa around on itself so it'd slide around the button differently.

The electric shocks grew in intensity again to a CPU-numbing extent, before it exploded over the entirety of her body again.

This time, however, the shock threatened to send her into minor convulses. He held her legs fast and continued on through her screams, drawing out her overload as long as he could. Once her cooling systems kicked on, he stopped, withdrawing his glossa carefully from her.

"Holy—No more; that's enough."

He grinned and closed the access to her port. "What you expected?"

"That and more," she said, calming down and pulling her fingers from the dirt. "So that's overload?"

"For females in a pre-interface way, yes."

She frowned. "Is it different for males?"

"Very. The mental aspect is similar, but we actually give a bit more."

"Not sure I follow." She he moved to lay next to her, she put a hand over his interface hatch, hearing him suck in a hiss of air through his vents.

"Don't. This isn't about me."

She hmphed and proceeded to push him on his back, straddling over his midsection. "This is about me learning, is it not?" At his nod, she said, "I want to know what you like, and what makes you overload."

"You really don't have to." He saw the stubborn look in her optics. "Very well then. I'll need you to get off though." She resumed her former spot on the grass while he sat up, unlatching the lock to his interface hatch. Inside, she saw her first module, apart from walking in on her brother when they were younger. Ironhide's however, was glowing blue.

"That's normal?"

"When something like this happens, yes." He clenched his optics shut as she tentatively reached out to touch it, a soft moan escaping his vocal processors. It had been far too long since he had felt this, and so wanted to teach her what worked best. "Take it out and do what you just did."

She found no point in questioning his demands, and did what she was told, removing it from the hatch and running her hands down it.

He bit down on his dental plates as she grew more curious with her movements, always seeing what made him react best. After a good five minutes, he was just about to overload, his groans and grunts escalating, when she stopped and looked at it, as if thinking of something else. Without warning, she bent down and ran her glossa up from base to tip, making him have a strong desire to lurch forward. "Primus, Jade…" It took all his willpower to hold off his overload as she wrapped her serpentine glossa around his module, rolling it around. He thought that was it, until she pulled it into her mouth. The action alone made him overload with a loud groan, feeling his sensory system tingling at the pass of the jolts of electricity.

Jadefire found out, conversely, mechs expelled Energon when they overloaded, much to her surprise and now tainted face. "Why can't I do that?"

"Isn't necessary for a femme." He helped wipe the Energon off. "However, it is possible. Rare, but possible."

She gave him a smug look. "Think you could do it?"

"Sweetheart, I know I can. But that's another night. We need to get back to base. Almost five in the morning."

She grudgingly agreed, getting to her feet while he did the same, closing his hatch. "So, transform and roll out?"

"You got it."
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