Adjustment of character, 19
Last part. Only 1k words, pure sex. Metro and Roadstead. Have fun.
As the shuttle took off from New Kaon, Roadstead watched the planet slowly recede. He was happy to be leaving, but only because he wanted to go back to the front, wanted to do more in his career. He was happy than Amber- Cleansweep now, had found someone to stay with, seemed happy with him...
But there was something that Roadstead had been neglecting.
"Metrodash... Is everything secured back there?" the Seeker called, head turned just enough to let the red grounder hear him. At the same time, he put the shuttle on autopilot. He had plans...
Technically, it wasn't possible for him to 'neglect' Metrodash. Legally, his pet/debtor/berthpet wanted what he did, when he did. But life, of course, never operated that black and white, and even though Metrodash would protest, Roadstead knew he had been neglecting his pet.
"Yes, Master!" the call came. A moment later, Metrodash came up to the bridge area, claiming a chair and stretching out. "...I'm glad she's gone..."
Roadstead laughed a little. "Yeah. I am too. Much prefer doing my own thing without human misconceptions interfering..." As he spoke, the Seeker slipped out of his seat and nuzzled Metrodash's hip. "Open up, 'Dash. You're mine, and I want to taste you." He wasn't going to speak of 'neglecting'... They both knew what this was about.
Metrodash gave a low hum, panel sliding back, but Roadstead stopped him before he could open his legs more. The Seeker felt like something different, and he showed it by first nuzzling and then licking the grounder's spike sheath. He didn't normally want spike-play from Metrodash... which, Roadstead thought whenever he did, was a shame. Metrodash was small, small and cute, as far as he was concerned...
"Ooh, R-road... Oh, Master..." Metrodash was very much not going to object to Roadstead's sudden desire to suck him. He just moaned, while the Seeker teased his spike out and then wrapped his derma about it, utterly shameless.
From the sounds Roadstead was making, the little grounder spike was the best thing he had sucked all vorn, which Metrodash knew wasn't true. Roadstead just enjoyed himself, pinning Metrodash down until the grounder thrashed in overload.
He wasn't done, of course. Roadstead was far from done, and had most of a groon to make things up to Metrodash. Pulling the grounder from the chair, Roadstead opened his panel and took Metrodash's valve with little warning. "Ooh, yes... Missed you, my valve, my hot Metrodash..." Walking like that was... interesting, and Roadstead was unsteady as he made his way back to the berth-room, while Metrodash wrapped around him and kept squirming in the most delightful of ways.
Roadstead was growling when he reached the room, and almost slammed Metrodash against the berth, though he knew his pet could take the force. "You're mine... Mine, and you feel so good around me..." He moved fast, not hiding the fact that he was only seeking his own pleasure from this, and pulled out as soon as he overloaded, only to roll over with Metrodash.
"Get the cuffs, 'Dash. Remind me how grateful you are, and why you're a good little pet..." Roadstead purred, stretching out on the berth and raising his hands over his head. It was a trust thing, and Metrodash showed how much he knew that by how fast he moved to get the requested cuffs, which he never failed to bring with him.
The grounder was reverent as he cuffed his master, binding him to the berth in the manner which had taken him vorns to learn. Roadstead mustn't be uncomfortable, after all, but neither did the Seeker want to be able to move. The desire was rare, and cherished, and Metrodash was so happy that he didn't mess up.
With Roadstead well-chained, Metrodash began to slowly indulge himself. He could touch as he liked, what he liked, and he knew it. The only thing off-limits to him was a merge, and Metrodash had never attempted going for one.
He started on the wings, petting them and tracing glyphs on the brown plates. It made Roadstead moan and squirm, and then Metrodash started spelling out messages. Devotion, contentedness, joy, lust, pleasure, thankfulness... Things that could not be said, not with any kind of ease between them. They got Roadstead to scream now, reading the glyphs unconsciously and reacting to them without comprehension.
Metrodash revved, pressing against Roadstead's canopy and letting the vibrations throw the Seeker into yet another overload. He didn't let up, unlatching the canopy and going right for joystick the earthian alt-mode gave Roadstead. That got the Seeker screaming again, and trying to arch up, trying to get more. The chains held him, though, pinning him and leaving Roadstead no option but to endure and take what Metrodash gave him.
Ever since Roadstead had gained the Earth alt, Metrodash had wondered about taking the joystick into his valve, but now that he had the opportunity, he chose not to try. He wasn't sure there was room, and didn't really feel like putting forth the effort. Not when there were other things to do, better things. He gave his master another overload, and then slipped down to work on his valve.
"I want this. I want your sweet valve, that you share with everyone so freely... Oh please, let me have it..." Metrodash' words were a plea, not a command, even with Roadstead chained for him. He never commanded, never wanted to. He had taken the Seeker as his master, after all...
"Metrodash...!" Roadstead whined, once again trying to arch or squirm. The grounder gave a low moan, and took his master with as little warning as Roadstead usually took him. The Seeker's valve tightened, welcoming Metrodash's spike by holding it tightly. As Roadstead had said once, Seekers were made for interfacing, and now it was Metrodash's turn to enjoy it.
Laying against his offline master when everything was said and done, Metrodash just pet him and watched. He really had missed the time to do this, and was glad it was just them again. This next groon was going to be... wonderful. Purely wonderful... and then back to war.
As the shuttle took off from New Kaon, Roadstead watched the planet slowly recede. He was happy to be leaving, but only because he wanted to go back to the front, wanted to do more in his career. He was happy than Amber- Cleansweep now, had found someone to stay with, seemed happy with him...
But there was something that Roadstead had been neglecting.
"Metrodash... Is everything secured back there?" the Seeker called, head turned just enough to let the red grounder hear him. At the same time, he put the shuttle on autopilot. He had plans...
Technically, it wasn't possible for him to 'neglect' Metrodash. Legally, his pet/debtor/berthpet wanted what he did, when he did. But life, of course, never operated that black and white, and even though Metrodash would protest, Roadstead knew he had been neglecting his pet.
"Yes, Master!" the call came. A moment later, Metrodash came up to the bridge area, claiming a chair and stretching out. "...I'm glad she's gone..."
Roadstead laughed a little. "Yeah. I am too. Much prefer doing my own thing without human misconceptions interfering..." As he spoke, the Seeker slipped out of his seat and nuzzled Metrodash's hip. "Open up, 'Dash. You're mine, and I want to taste you." He wasn't going to speak of 'neglecting'... They both knew what this was about.
Metrodash gave a low hum, panel sliding back, but Roadstead stopped him before he could open his legs more. The Seeker felt like something different, and he showed it by first nuzzling and then licking the grounder's spike sheath. He didn't normally want spike-play from Metrodash... which, Roadstead thought whenever he did, was a shame. Metrodash was small, small and cute, as far as he was concerned...
"Ooh, R-road... Oh, Master..." Metrodash was very much not going to object to Roadstead's sudden desire to suck him. He just moaned, while the Seeker teased his spike out and then wrapped his derma about it, utterly shameless.
From the sounds Roadstead was making, the little grounder spike was the best thing he had sucked all vorn, which Metrodash knew wasn't true. Roadstead just enjoyed himself, pinning Metrodash down until the grounder thrashed in overload.
He wasn't done, of course. Roadstead was far from done, and had most of a groon to make things up to Metrodash. Pulling the grounder from the chair, Roadstead opened his panel and took Metrodash's valve with little warning. "Ooh, yes... Missed you, my valve, my hot Metrodash..." Walking like that was... interesting, and Roadstead was unsteady as he made his way back to the berth-room, while Metrodash wrapped around him and kept squirming in the most delightful of ways.
Roadstead was growling when he reached the room, and almost slammed Metrodash against the berth, though he knew his pet could take the force. "You're mine... Mine, and you feel so good around me..." He moved fast, not hiding the fact that he was only seeking his own pleasure from this, and pulled out as soon as he overloaded, only to roll over with Metrodash.
"Get the cuffs, 'Dash. Remind me how grateful you are, and why you're a good little pet..." Roadstead purred, stretching out on the berth and raising his hands over his head. It was a trust thing, and Metrodash showed how much he knew that by how fast he moved to get the requested cuffs, which he never failed to bring with him.
The grounder was reverent as he cuffed his master, binding him to the berth in the manner which had taken him vorns to learn. Roadstead mustn't be uncomfortable, after all, but neither did the Seeker want to be able to move. The desire was rare, and cherished, and Metrodash was so happy that he didn't mess up.
With Roadstead well-chained, Metrodash began to slowly indulge himself. He could touch as he liked, what he liked, and he knew it. The only thing off-limits to him was a merge, and Metrodash had never attempted going for one.
He started on the wings, petting them and tracing glyphs on the brown plates. It made Roadstead moan and squirm, and then Metrodash started spelling out messages. Devotion, contentedness, joy, lust, pleasure, thankfulness... Things that could not be said, not with any kind of ease between them. They got Roadstead to scream now, reading the glyphs unconsciously and reacting to them without comprehension.
Metrodash revved, pressing against Roadstead's canopy and letting the vibrations throw the Seeker into yet another overload. He didn't let up, unlatching the canopy and going right for joystick the earthian alt-mode gave Roadstead. That got the Seeker screaming again, and trying to arch up, trying to get more. The chains held him, though, pinning him and leaving Roadstead no option but to endure and take what Metrodash gave him.
Ever since Roadstead had gained the Earth alt, Metrodash had wondered about taking the joystick into his valve, but now that he had the opportunity, he chose not to try. He wasn't sure there was room, and didn't really feel like putting forth the effort. Not when there were other things to do, better things. He gave his master another overload, and then slipped down to work on his valve.
"I want this. I want your sweet valve, that you share with everyone so freely... Oh please, let me have it..." Metrodash' words were a plea, not a command, even with Roadstead chained for him. He never commanded, never wanted to. He had taken the Seeker as his master, after all...
"Metrodash...!" Roadstead whined, once again trying to arch or squirm. The grounder gave a low moan, and took his master with as little warning as Roadstead usually took him. The Seeker's valve tightened, welcoming Metrodash's spike by holding it tightly. As Roadstead had said once, Seekers were made for interfacing, and now it was Metrodash's turn to enjoy it.
Laying against his offline master when everything was said and done, Metrodash just pet him and watched. He really had missed the time to do this, and was glad it was just them again. This next groon was going to be... wonderful. Purely wonderful... and then back to war.