Adjustment of character, 17
We really are getting close to the end. Finally...
This chapter is nothing more than smut. Oddly enough, it's mostly het... Very sticky, and somewhat dub-con. Proceed at your own risk.
Left alone with the three mechs, all of whom were looking at her with a rather uncomfortable intensity, Amber realized she was completely unsure what to do.
Oh, she knew what the mechs wanted her to do. They wanted pictures. They would pay for pictures. Poses. It had happened on Earth- her Earth, where she was from. It had happened a lot, but the women who posed were always regarded with a sense of vague, detached pity. Amber knew enough to know that she wouldn't be pitied here.
In fact, after she changed form, she might not even be recognized.
That didn't change the fact that she was alone with three mechs who wanted her to pose. Three mechs she didn't know, though Roadstead had called them cannons, and three mechs who seemed to all have the same name. No, that wasn't confusing at all.
"Well, Amber? Are you going to take our offer? We would recommend a change of location... we had come to speak to Shockwave, but he will be busy all night, so we will try again tomorrow." It was one of the mechs, the one without the lens who had spoken earlier. He was looking quite curiously at her...
And if she said no, Amber thought, she was sure they would honor it, but then they would leave, and she would have to either stay here, all night, or find her own way to the rooms that she was sharing with her 'guides'.
Finally, the Seeker-frame vented and nodded. "O- okay. J- just pictures, right? I can... do that..."
"We might like to record a small holo-vid, as well, if you are willing," the mechs added, all in once voice, as they stood. One offered Amber a hand, and waited for her to take it.
"I- um. We can... talk about that... once we're there?" Amber replied. The mechs nodded, and she followed them blindly through the streets, out of the Darkmount and down to a small home. It was filled with pictures, and felt as much like a studio as it did a home. For a moment, Amber wondered just what she was doing.
"Do you want your fee wired as soon as we are finished, or do you wish a percent of sales?" the same mech, the leader of this 'Reflector', asked, while the other two mechs moved about the space, shifting lights and drawing energon.
Sales? Amber's mind blanked for a moment, and then the words made sense. Of course sales. She was posing. For the giant robot equivalent of Playboy. Playmech? And they wanted to know how she wanted... to be paid. This was nothing but business... "I don't ca- Once we're finished, I guess, I don't care...!"
The mech nodded, and another pulled her to a berth which was very well lit and covered in soft-looking, pretty fabrics. "Don't be distressed. We will be fair. You are free to disagree with us."
"...I know..." Amber answered. She really did know that much. If she disagreed too much, though, she was sure that there would be a price, even if it were just not getting the money that she needed for the change to a pretty rotary form. She wished Roadstead was here, and then a moment later she was glad he wasn't. There was no telling what Reflector would ask if the Seeker were here!
The lensed mech moved to stand in front of the set up, while the mech- or maybe it was only a body, like a gestalt, Amber thought- pulled gently on her, posing her according to their, or his, whims, and then pulling away, only to reposition her a moment later. There was no sound of a camera, and Amber didn't even realized the had started, that every time she was alone, stills were being taken.
Slowly, the leader of Reflector began to direct her in moving. "Trail your hand up your canopy? Yess... up the wing please..."
Amber followed the directions without too much thought, though her embarrassment was clear in how she held her wings, how she never quite looked at them. Slowly, the burn of shame was replaced by arousal. Reflector knew Seeker-frames rather well, and had a good guess for most of the femme's hotspots.
"Open your panel. Let us see the seals..." Reflector directed. Amber was too far gone to think about what was being asked, only reacting to the static in his voice. A show was wanted, and the half-ordering voice sounded good, and so Amber slid open her panel for the first time, arching up and mewling as cool air moved against it.
The snap and sizzle of an overload across her frame pulling Amber's processor from the haze which had surround it. She looked at Reflector, but they didn't even seem to have noticed her overload. The leader was asking her, in the same tone he had been using, to part her legs more, to give the camera a better view of her seals.
Face heating, Amber followed the suggestion, though she looked away from the lensed mech as she did so. A moment later she heard Reflector's vents work louder, and she looked up at them, startled. They really were enjoying this, she realized. They were enjoying watching her, and it wasn't unpleasant for her at all...
"Will you let us touch you? It will make the price more..." the leader asked suddenly.
The mech at her side was looking at Amber with pleading optics, and they were both waiting for her answer. Would she let them touch her, she thought. She had already let Roadstead... and they would pay her more. And it was just touching... "O- okay. You... I'll let you- oh!"
As soon as permission was given, the mech beside her had climbed onto the berth and ran his hand over her wing as he moved to snuggle against her side. He was hot, and making soft little noises, and knew how to touch her. A moment later the other un-lensed mech was in her lap as well, carefully hanging off of her, still, to give the best views.
"Ooh... oh!" Amber moved without meaning to, squirming against the warm mechs pressing against her. One was murmuring into her audio, asking her to touch them, to touch back however she liked. At first she only ran her hands against armor, feeling the warmth, the smoothness. This was enjoyable too...
"Let us overload on you? Let us bring you to overload? We will not break anything," Reflector asked in tri-part harmony.
Amber nodded, squirming. "Ooh, yes... Yes... please? I- I'm hot..." She was very hot, and they were too, and Amber found she liked the idea of overloading Reflector, liked the idea of exercising that power...
Slowly, the femme's hands slipped down, onto the mechs' afts, and then Amber's vents stuttered and she looked down. Their panels were already open, and she could feel wetness on their thighs, something which still put her in the thoughts of human women. She had seen Roadstead 'taken', though, knew the physiology was different...
Spikes were not what she had expected, rubbery and soft and not really like the hard plastic dildoes she had seen as a human. Amber gasped when she touched them, and then one mech pushed her hands down, to his wet valve, and murmured in her audio.
"Do you like them? If you let us break your seals, you may feel them fully... You would feel so good, if you let us- and would sell so well."
Amber didn't have time to answer, writhing and mewling under four of Reflector's skilled hands, while the final mech captured it all. There were warm hands against parts she was not used to having, not comfortable having, and then she arched up and into them with a sharp cry which turned into soft sobbing sounds. Reflector didn't let her rest, still touching and teasing even as their own overload came, leaving Amber splashed with silvery transfluid.
Some part of the femme had guessed this would happen, had guessed that these mechs would not be satisfied with what she had declared. She could still leave, still stop this and stand, though it would mean finding her way back with all the signs on her, and with this heat unquenched in her limbs. She hadn't trusted anyone when she was human... And Amber honestly wasn't sure how much she trusted Reflector, but things had gotten this far, and she couldn't say she was surprised, or horrified.
"...Do it..." Amber murmured, turning her face from the third mech for a moment. "Oh, slag, break them, then!"
The mechs moved, touching the femme until she was writhing again, and then she shrieked. The pain was brief, but they hadn't warned her at all, and it was utterly unexpected. A moment after that, Amber didn't even remember it, moaning and gasping as pleasure touched places she hadn't known existed.
One of the two mechs on her moved to straddle her waist, half pinning her as he kissed her canopy, mouthed and hummed against glass and seams, and suddenly she felt something hot and warm around her. The mech had taken her spike wholly into himself, and Amber felt her mind breaking just a little. She was femme, and Reflector was a mech, and this wasn't what she expected...
There there was pressure, what could only be the other Reflector mech's spike entering her valve, and Amber realized that thinking was quite overrated. Reflector's valve around the spike she had not considered that she had was quite tight, and it made her moan when he moved, and the spike in her valve was comfortingly familiar in thought, and the use of both quickly reduced Amber to little more than a pleading, needy, and beautiful Seeker-femme.
Amber's third overload came very shortly after they had started. Reflector continued to move against oversensitive parts, and she was glad they overload soon after her, because she didn't feel like she had the energy for another round. Reflector seemed to agree, simply laying against her and making themselves comfortable.
The third mech, with his lens, finally moved, sluggishly turning off the lights and then joining the pile on the berth. If the various fluids bothered him, he didn't show it, nuzzling into Amber's side with his hands touching both of the other mechs. It took Amber a moment to realize that they planned to recharge, but then she found she was grateful. She was too tired to leave, and was glad they didn't mean to make her.
She was still tired in the morning, and sore, but Reflector was still not impatient with her. Amber wanted to leave, though, and hoped that Roadstead would give her some time alone. She had never intended to lose her virginity to someone she barely knew, let alone for money or with more than one man- if Reflector could be counted as 'more than one'.
Reflector showed her to the washracks, and one mech stayed to help her clean her back, once again being as professional as it seemed they knew how to be. Then she was offered energon, which worked with the shower to improve her mood. Being paid nearly broke her mood again. The money wasn't for the 'sex', not really, it was for the video, but Amber still felt a bit like a whore, and it didn't matter to her that whores were not a pitied class here.
Before she was ready to try leaving, there was a knock at the door. Roadstead had come for her. Reflector greeted him happily, and they were all smiling, lazily sated and knowing, but Roadstead was mercifully quiet as he lead her to the home they were using here. Even more mercifully, he left her alone when they got there, taking Metrodash out into the city with him, and Amber thought she might just be able to accept what she had agreed to after all.
This chapter is nothing more than smut. Oddly enough, it's mostly het... Very sticky, and somewhat dub-con. Proceed at your own risk.
Left alone with the three mechs, all of whom were looking at her with a rather uncomfortable intensity, Amber realized she was completely unsure what to do.
Oh, she knew what the mechs wanted her to do. They wanted pictures. They would pay for pictures. Poses. It had happened on Earth- her Earth, where she was from. It had happened a lot, but the women who posed were always regarded with a sense of vague, detached pity. Amber knew enough to know that she wouldn't be pitied here.
In fact, after she changed form, she might not even be recognized.
That didn't change the fact that she was alone with three mechs who wanted her to pose. Three mechs she didn't know, though Roadstead had called them cannons, and three mechs who seemed to all have the same name. No, that wasn't confusing at all.
"Well, Amber? Are you going to take our offer? We would recommend a change of location... we had come to speak to Shockwave, but he will be busy all night, so we will try again tomorrow." It was one of the mechs, the one without the lens who had spoken earlier. He was looking quite curiously at her...
And if she said no, Amber thought, she was sure they would honor it, but then they would leave, and she would have to either stay here, all night, or find her own way to the rooms that she was sharing with her 'guides'.
Finally, the Seeker-frame vented and nodded. "O- okay. J- just pictures, right? I can... do that..."
"We might like to record a small holo-vid, as well, if you are willing," the mechs added, all in once voice, as they stood. One offered Amber a hand, and waited for her to take it.
"I- um. We can... talk about that... once we're there?" Amber replied. The mechs nodded, and she followed them blindly through the streets, out of the Darkmount and down to a small home. It was filled with pictures, and felt as much like a studio as it did a home. For a moment, Amber wondered just what she was doing.
"Do you want your fee wired as soon as we are finished, or do you wish a percent of sales?" the same mech, the leader of this 'Reflector', asked, while the other two mechs moved about the space, shifting lights and drawing energon.
Sales? Amber's mind blanked for a moment, and then the words made sense. Of course sales. She was posing. For the giant robot equivalent of Playboy. Playmech? And they wanted to know how she wanted... to be paid. This was nothing but business... "I don't ca- Once we're finished, I guess, I don't care...!"
The mech nodded, and another pulled her to a berth which was very well lit and covered in soft-looking, pretty fabrics. "Don't be distressed. We will be fair. You are free to disagree with us."
"...I know..." Amber answered. She really did know that much. If she disagreed too much, though, she was sure that there would be a price, even if it were just not getting the money that she needed for the change to a pretty rotary form. She wished Roadstead was here, and then a moment later she was glad he wasn't. There was no telling what Reflector would ask if the Seeker were here!
The lensed mech moved to stand in front of the set up, while the mech- or maybe it was only a body, like a gestalt, Amber thought- pulled gently on her, posing her according to their, or his, whims, and then pulling away, only to reposition her a moment later. There was no sound of a camera, and Amber didn't even realized the had started, that every time she was alone, stills were being taken.
Slowly, the leader of Reflector began to direct her in moving. "Trail your hand up your canopy? Yess... up the wing please..."
Amber followed the directions without too much thought, though her embarrassment was clear in how she held her wings, how she never quite looked at them. Slowly, the burn of shame was replaced by arousal. Reflector knew Seeker-frames rather well, and had a good guess for most of the femme's hotspots.
"Open your panel. Let us see the seals..." Reflector directed. Amber was too far gone to think about what was being asked, only reacting to the static in his voice. A show was wanted, and the half-ordering voice sounded good, and so Amber slid open her panel for the first time, arching up and mewling as cool air moved against it.
The snap and sizzle of an overload across her frame pulling Amber's processor from the haze which had surround it. She looked at Reflector, but they didn't even seem to have noticed her overload. The leader was asking her, in the same tone he had been using, to part her legs more, to give the camera a better view of her seals.
Face heating, Amber followed the suggestion, though she looked away from the lensed mech as she did so. A moment later she heard Reflector's vents work louder, and she looked up at them, startled. They really were enjoying this, she realized. They were enjoying watching her, and it wasn't unpleasant for her at all...
"Will you let us touch you? It will make the price more..." the leader asked suddenly.
The mech at her side was looking at Amber with pleading optics, and they were both waiting for her answer. Would she let them touch her, she thought. She had already let Roadstead... and they would pay her more. And it was just touching... "O- okay. You... I'll let you- oh!"
As soon as permission was given, the mech beside her had climbed onto the berth and ran his hand over her wing as he moved to snuggle against her side. He was hot, and making soft little noises, and knew how to touch her. A moment later the other un-lensed mech was in her lap as well, carefully hanging off of her, still, to give the best views.
"Ooh... oh!" Amber moved without meaning to, squirming against the warm mechs pressing against her. One was murmuring into her audio, asking her to touch them, to touch back however she liked. At first she only ran her hands against armor, feeling the warmth, the smoothness. This was enjoyable too...
"Let us overload on you? Let us bring you to overload? We will not break anything," Reflector asked in tri-part harmony.
Amber nodded, squirming. "Ooh, yes... Yes... please? I- I'm hot..." She was very hot, and they were too, and Amber found she liked the idea of overloading Reflector, liked the idea of exercising that power...
Slowly, the femme's hands slipped down, onto the mechs' afts, and then Amber's vents stuttered and she looked down. Their panels were already open, and she could feel wetness on their thighs, something which still put her in the thoughts of human women. She had seen Roadstead 'taken', though, knew the physiology was different...
Spikes were not what she had expected, rubbery and soft and not really like the hard plastic dildoes she had seen as a human. Amber gasped when she touched them, and then one mech pushed her hands down, to his wet valve, and murmured in her audio.
"Do you like them? If you let us break your seals, you may feel them fully... You would feel so good, if you let us- and would sell so well."
Amber didn't have time to answer, writhing and mewling under four of Reflector's skilled hands, while the final mech captured it all. There were warm hands against parts she was not used to having, not comfortable having, and then she arched up and into them with a sharp cry which turned into soft sobbing sounds. Reflector didn't let her rest, still touching and teasing even as their own overload came, leaving Amber splashed with silvery transfluid.
Some part of the femme had guessed this would happen, had guessed that these mechs would not be satisfied with what she had declared. She could still leave, still stop this and stand, though it would mean finding her way back with all the signs on her, and with this heat unquenched in her limbs. She hadn't trusted anyone when she was human... And Amber honestly wasn't sure how much she trusted Reflector, but things had gotten this far, and she couldn't say she was surprised, or horrified.
"...Do it..." Amber murmured, turning her face from the third mech for a moment. "Oh, slag, break them, then!"
The mechs moved, touching the femme until she was writhing again, and then she shrieked. The pain was brief, but they hadn't warned her at all, and it was utterly unexpected. A moment after that, Amber didn't even remember it, moaning and gasping as pleasure touched places she hadn't known existed.
One of the two mechs on her moved to straddle her waist, half pinning her as he kissed her canopy, mouthed and hummed against glass and seams, and suddenly she felt something hot and warm around her. The mech had taken her spike wholly into himself, and Amber felt her mind breaking just a little. She was femme, and Reflector was a mech, and this wasn't what she expected...
There there was pressure, what could only be the other Reflector mech's spike entering her valve, and Amber realized that thinking was quite overrated. Reflector's valve around the spike she had not considered that she had was quite tight, and it made her moan when he moved, and the spike in her valve was comfortingly familiar in thought, and the use of both quickly reduced Amber to little more than a pleading, needy, and beautiful Seeker-femme.
Amber's third overload came very shortly after they had started. Reflector continued to move against oversensitive parts, and she was glad they overload soon after her, because she didn't feel like she had the energy for another round. Reflector seemed to agree, simply laying against her and making themselves comfortable.
The third mech, with his lens, finally moved, sluggishly turning off the lights and then joining the pile on the berth. If the various fluids bothered him, he didn't show it, nuzzling into Amber's side with his hands touching both of the other mechs. It took Amber a moment to realize that they planned to recharge, but then she found she was grateful. She was too tired to leave, and was glad they didn't mean to make her.
She was still tired in the morning, and sore, but Reflector was still not impatient with her. Amber wanted to leave, though, and hoped that Roadstead would give her some time alone. She had never intended to lose her virginity to someone she barely knew, let alone for money or with more than one man- if Reflector could be counted as 'more than one'.
Reflector showed her to the washracks, and one mech stayed to help her clean her back, once again being as professional as it seemed they knew how to be. Then she was offered energon, which worked with the shower to improve her mood. Being paid nearly broke her mood again. The money wasn't for the 'sex', not really, it was for the video, but Amber still felt a bit like a whore, and it didn't matter to her that whores were not a pitied class here.
Before she was ready to try leaving, there was a knock at the door. Roadstead had come for her. Reflector greeted him happily, and they were all smiling, lazily sated and knowing, but Roadstead was mercifully quiet as he lead her to the home they were using here. Even more mercifully, he left her alone when they got there, taking Metrodash out into the city with him, and Amber thought she might just be able to accept what she had agreed to after all.