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Unlike usual, Prowl’s doors were rattling nervously behind him. Fortunately, Ratchet and Wheeljack had agreed to meet at Jazz’s place, so he didn’t have to wander the hallways like this. He was already a little embarrassed at the thought of the other two seeing him like this, so walking through the corridors of the Ark with the collar and the medallion hanging from it, jingling with almost every movement? He would have died of shame.
Jazz had obviously noticed his stress, approaching him to settle down beside him, making him almost jump, before leaning over his shoulder
- You know, Prowler, if you don’t feel like it, we can just keep this between us
Prowl glanced at him, then shook his head
- No, I’ll be fine
As embarrassed as he was, he had to admit that wasn’t the only feeling this prospect was making him feel. He and Jazz knew each other… almost too well by now, and while her suggestion to shake things up a bit had surprised him at first, he was still a little curious. Even so, he wondered under what circumstances the spy could have learned that Ratchet and Wheeljack shared the same kind of… pastime as them. And even more so, how she could offer to join them as if it were no big deal.
He didn’t have to worry about it any longer, because a soft knock came at the door. Jazz got up to answer it, and the doctor entered the room, closely followed by Wheeljack, whose leash he was holding. In addition to the leash and the collar it was attached to, the inventor also sported a magnetic tail and ears, which clearly reacted to his intentions as they wagged with delight. For his part, Prowl thought the collar and leash were quite sufficient, but he had to admit they were trying out a lot of things too, so they didn’t bother going into that much detail.
The two owners exchanged a few words, ‘Jack looking around while Prowl watched them (since dogs don’t talk, obviously)
Ratchet finally looked in his direction before flashing an amused smile
- You let him get on the couch?
Jazz laughed softly, then shrugged
- It’s hard to say no to him; mine’s a stubborn one~
The tactician blushed slightly but then got off the couch, sliding to his knees on the floor before leaning forward a bit to rest his hands there as well. His doorwings twitched slightly, and he turned his head away to avoid the gaze of the other two.
Ever the playful one, the doctor finally let go of the leash, giving his companion a little tap on the aft to send him toward Prowl. Wheeljack then got down on his knees as well, just to be at eye level with his new playmate. He crawled over on all fours, then sat down in front of him before barking once.
Prowl looked at him, unable to bring himself to say anything, and after a few moments of silence, Wheeljack tilted his head. He moved a little closer, circling around as if out of curiosity.
Prowl yelped as he felt himself being pulled up against him, and when his clearly already-erect member slid between his thighs and pressed against his panel. His engine roared loudly, both from surprise and from the rush of heat the sensation had just sent through him. In a panic, he spun around on the spot, sending ‘Jack tumbling and nearly slamminghim with his door in the process. The two stared at each other for a moment, before a sigh from Jazz could be heard
- See, that’s what I was telling you, I don’t think I bring him out enough
Prowl then looked up at them, while Ratchet nodded.
- Yeah, he seems to lack socialization.
A new smile appeared on his face.
- Nothing that can’t be fixed with some good training, of course.
Prowl felt his engine rumble a little louder with anticipation, watching the doctor approach.
- Does he bite?
- Heh, sometimes he does
- Hm
Ratchet retrieved something from his subspace, and before the tactician could get a good look at it, a rubber bar was slipped between his teeth. He bit down reflexively, but the device took the impact without flinching, and the medic snapped it shut behind his helmet. Looking down, Prowl could make out the metal mesh now framing his jaw, and he realized Ratchet had just muzzled him. He let out a whimper, the sound half-muffled. His embarrassment was seriously rivaled by the excitement he felt rising, the charge beginning to course through his circuits.
- I haven’t often needed it with Jack, but I figured it would come in handy for Prowl~
The larger one then grabbed the end of his leash, which had until then been hanging along his chassis, and led him over to the nearby chair where he sat down. And pulling the leash a little more, he urged Prowl to lie down across his lap.
- I usually train using rewards, but knowing you, I think you’d prefer a more… punitive approach~
Prowl tried to glance back without really managing to do so, before yelping as he received a spanking, the force traveling up along his back. Satisfied with his reaction, the doctor started again, making him bite down on the rubber a little harder without it fully muffling his little noises.
Seeing that Ratchet seemed to be taking good care of his puppy, Jazz finally came over and sat down on the couch in front of Wheeljack. He patted his head with a small smile, to which the inventor responded with another enthusiastic bark, his tail wagging behind him. It was one of the things he really loved—not having to think about what to say. If he was happy, he’d bark and wag his tail. If he wasn’t, he’d whine a little and drop his ears, and Ratchet would understand. Much simpler.
- That’s a good doggie~ I bet Ratch’ has taught you lots of tricks, huh?
The spy started with the simplest ones—“down,” “sit,” “stay,” “shake hands”—and his eyes lit up slightly behind the visor as he watched Wheeljack happily obey. Prowl wasn’t really into that sort of thing, so they didn’t do it often, but he had to admit that having a mech at his feet who obeyed without question, even to nonsensical orders… It was kind of a thrill.
He leaned in a little closer, tapping the mask with his fingertip.
- Open
Once again, the inventor obeyed without hesitation, and Jazz tapped his lips just below, repeating the same command. Wheeljack then opened his mouth, letting his tongue hang out slightly. Jazz then tilted his head to the side, sliding his thumb between his teeth and examining him a bit. Yeah, Wheel was really… so docile, it was too cute~
- You really did a great job with him, Ratch', he doesn’t bat an optic~
The doctor looked up at him, smiling, before giving Prowl's chassis another slap, drawing a groan from him this time.
- Jack's always been well-behaved—a little restless at first, but he learns fast when there's a good reward~
Jazz chuckled softly, turning his attention back to the mech kneeling before him. His spike was already out; he tapped the valve panel with the tip of his foot.
- Open up~
Just as he expected, the panel swung open immediately, a few drops of transfluid already escaping and falling to the floor.
- Hmm, I guess all this is worth a treat~
This time his own panel opened, his spike pressurizing right under the inventor’s nose. Wheel stamped his feet a little impatiently, ears pricked, and as soon as he got the go-ahead, he leaned in to run his tongue over it, licking it thoroughly before taking it into his mouth.
Jazz let out a soft sigh, placing his hand between his ears to stroke him and follow his movements. Then he looked up at the stunning view of Prowl, whose doors he could see beginning to tremble with every slap that set his sensors ablaze a little more. His squeals had grown higher-pitched, and knowing him, the spy suspected he wouldn’t be long before he cracked.
This was confirmed when his panel finally opened, revealing a valve that was already quite wet and drawing an embarrassed hiss from him. A hiss that was quickly replaced by a little yelp when Ratchet slapped his hand down again right on the exposed valve, not caring if he got fluid everywhere.
He did it a few more times, before looking at his hand—now covered in transfluid—and then turning back to Prowl.
- So, do you feel ready to be a good dog now?~
The tactician shuddered at the sound of his voice so close, but he nodded. Even with the gag, the little “woof” he added for good measure was understandable.
Satisfied, Ratchet then stood up, lifting Prowl as if he weighed nothing. And yes, okay, he was above him in size class, so it wasn’t surprising. But knowing it in theory and realizing it like this was clearly different, and he felt his doors flutter a little at the realization.
He was so distracted by it that he barely noticed Ratchet had pushed him against the armrest, only refocusing on his movements when he felt Ratchet’s hand slide under his knee and lift his leg.
- You get a reward too, then~
Prowl shuddered again as he felt the tip brush against his valve, sliding back and forth just over his node. Then a moan even higher-pitched than the previous ones escaped him as it slid fully inside, its doors standing high. Ratchet was definitely a size above him, and Primus, he wasn’t sure he’d last much longer as his sensory net already felt like it was on fire. His own spike had finally come out too, though that didn’t help much against the overwhelming sensations.
His head fell back onto the armrest at the first thrusts deep into his valve, and because of the muzzle, he couldn’t even bury his face in the fabric to try to muffle his cries further. The rubber was clearly no longer enough at this point, and he was no longer in a state to worry about whether the room was soundproofed or not (it was, obviously—they were at Jazz’s place)
Jazz was still thoroughly enjoying the show, and between the length of the larger one he saw disappearing into his companion’s valve and Jack’s licks, he could tell he wouldn’t be able to ignore his body’s demands much longer.
He finally pushed Wheel’s head back, which got him a confused look, before patting his thighs with a smile.
- Sit down~
The inventor then perked up, his ears pricked, and quickly hoisted himself onto the couch to settle down on top of Jazz. To Jazz’s surprise, he sat down in one swift motion, thrusting his spike almost all the way in at once with a delighted squeak. The spy was forced to let his ventilation kick in, placing his hands on Jack’s hips. He’d seen that he was already wet, but he hadn’t thought it was to this extent.
He eventually tightened his grip a little to begin the first movements, his engine purring softly with satisfaction at the ecstasy seeping through the inventor’s field. The ease with which he slid inside gradually prompted him to pick up the pace, nearly deforming the plating beneath his fingers so firm was his grip. It didn’t seem to bother Jack in the least.
As he feared, Prowl, for his part, quickly began to falter under the assaults on his internal nodes, the leg he was standing on trembling as he tried to steady himself. Ratchet finally noticed, and he sat back down in the chair, lifting the second leg as he had done with the first.
Although the tactician whimpered at the unexpected change in position, the movements quickly resumed and were now stimulating a whole host of different erogenous zones. With his fan speed already running high, his processor struggled to keep up, and he eventually let his head fall back against the doctor’s shoulder, whimpering. The doctor began cooing compliments into his audio—how obedient he was, how well he was handling it—and Prowl lost track of everything, his optics unfocused.
Jazz was slowly approaching overload; he could feel it, but not quite enough for his liking. Having Wheel on his lap was fine, but he didn’t have complete control over the inventor’s movements, and that was keeping him from getting exactly what he wanted. So he slowed down a bit, sitting up to look at him
- Move over on the couch, so I can take you like the dog you are~
Although Wheeljack was initially a little frustrated by the stop, his engine roared a little louder when he heard the command, and he hurried to comply, his valve raised high and his face pressed against the cushions. Jazz took a second to enjoy the view before setting his eyes on the tail, which was now wriggling almost frantically, and he grabbed it to test the strength of the magnetism a little. To his great satisfaction, it held very well, enough for him to hold on to it as he thrust himself back into Jack’s valve, all the way to the base in a single breath. He grabbed his hip again with his free hand and resumed his movements in a much more controlled manner this time, seeking out the spots that made the inventor arch in his grip.
However, the inventor’s moans were getting a little too muffled by the fabric for his liking (especially since the other two weren’t exactly silent either). So he finally let go of his tail to grab the end of the leash, wrapping it around his fist to shorten it and force him to lift his head. Wheel’s screams suddenly became much more audible as he emphasized each movement by pulling a little harder, hitting the bottom almost every time. He even started drooling from keeping his tongue hanging out, though that wouldn’t be the only fluid to end up on that couch that evening.
Ratchet glanced over at them, glad to see they were having a good time too, but Prowl’s valve was too distracting for him not to quickly shift his attention back to it. The way it was pulsing around him, he must be close to overloading.
Just a few seconds later, the tactician was pushed to his limit, letting out a long moan. A little more fluid leaked from his valve, trickling down the ambulance’s chassis, and a few spurts of transfluid also escaped from his spike, splashing onto his own plating. With a smile, Ratchet kept going a little longer before coming as well, holding Prowl firmly in place while he filled him up. He took a few seconds to catch his breath before slowly lifting him up, the excess fluid running down the tactician’s thighs. Both of them were nearly burning up, but now that they’d calmed down, their breathing was slowly returning to normal.
Once they were steady, Ratchet lifted him again without difficulty and approached the couch to set him down right in front of Jack, who was still panting.
- I think I made a mess out of him. Would you mind helping him clean up, Jack?
Jazz loosened his grip on the leash, just enough so he could lean between Prowl’s legs and lick up the transfluid that was dripping out. While he merely panted a little as the inventor ran his hand over his legs, he shuddered at the licks on his valve, catching the fluid flowing from it and spreading it a little over his node with each stroke. He barely realized that Ratchet was removing his muzzle, only noticing when the rubber left his mouth. And he was at least able to pant properly while ‘Jack continued to clean him, enjoying a little stroke on his helmet along the way.
In any case, Wheeljack was in heaven, his mouth full of his owner’s fluid and his nodes pounded just in the right spot. He finally reached his own climax, making Prowl tremble as he moaned right against his node. He stained the couch a little more in the process, but no one cared anyway.
Jazz let out a little growl as he felt the inventor’s valve tighten around him, and he leaned in a little closer to pick up the pace, just long enough to push himself over the edge. A sigh escaped him when he finally relaxed, pulling out and spreading his lips with two fingers to observe his fluid deep inside. Hm, there was still a little room left after all.
Things seemed to be calming down a bit, and Prowl was relatively clean, so he and Wheeljack stood up, staring at each other for a few moments. Jazz stepped back to sit down again, leaning against the backrest with a smile, while Ratchet came to sit beside him. Then ‘Jack turned around, getting back on all fours with his back to Prowl this time. And the doctor gave an amused smile
- Aw, he realized this was Prowl’s territory, so he’s submitting~
Prowl glanced at him before turning his attention back to Wheel’s valve, now offered up to him, and before he could think twice, he hoisted himself onto the inventor, wiggling his hips a bit before managing to sink in properly. The sensation of the transfluid around his spike surprised him; he’d never been after someone else after all. But it was far from unpleasant, and knowing it was Jazz’s added something extra. His hip thrusts quickly fell into an almost erratic rhythm, and he wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him pressed against him. The two pups soon began whimpering again, under the amused gazes of their owners
Jazz eventually came back to Ratchet, leaning against him with a teasing look
- Thanks for handling Prowl, I owe you one~
The doctor glanced at him before chuckling
- Nah, don’t worry about it, it was my pleasure~
- Are you sure?~ Because I’m pretty good at bartering
As he said this, he slowly ran his finger along the tip of the larger one, making it twitch slightly.
- If you insist, I won’t say no to that~
The spy took it a little more firmly in hand, starting a few strokes along its length before leaning down to take the rest into his mouth. Ratchet let out a sigh, because he definitely knew how to use his tongue for more than just talking nonsense. The doctor let his head fall back, glancing at the other two from time to time before returning his attention to the spy.
Still sensitive from his previous overload, and because once again Jazz knew exactly what he was doing, Ratchet eventually placed his hand on the spy’s helmet to hold him in place, pressing against the back of his throat. The spy didn’t mind, swallowing as much as he could before sitting up when the doctor released the pressure.
When he looked back at Prowl, he saw him biting one of Wheeljack’s fins to hold him in place as he came in turn. This time, as the praxian pulled away, panting, the inventor was completely full—and clearly delighted to be so. He just hoisted himself up to rest his head on Ratchet’s lap, and closed his eyes with a smile as Ratchet gently stroked his head.
This time, calm truly returned, and Prowl also leaned against his companion to cool off. Ratchet eventually ran his fingers over the small indentations Prowl’s bite had left, giving him an amused look.
- It’s better, but it’s not quite there yet, hm? We’ve still got a little work to do~
The tactician shifted slightly but didn’t protest, just looking away.
Finally, the taller one stood up, lifting his companion—who remained nestled against him without protest—and gave the other two a small nod.
- We’re heading back, but if Prowl ever needs more lessons, let me know.
- I’ll keep that in mind~
Once again, Jazz walked them to the door while Prowl stayed on the couch, then came back to sit beside him. He removed the collar with a soft “click,” signaling that the session was over for today, then wrapped an arm around him to pull him closer and speak softly
- So Prowler, that was a pretty good idea, wasn’t it?~
Prowl sighed a little more, content at first to just hug him back. He was always more affectionate when he was tired, and Jazz would undoubtedly have appreciated that fact much more if he hadn’t realized it while trying to keep the Praxian from pulling all-nighters at his desk.
But he finally lifted his head to look at him, slightly pouty
- .. okay, it was.. a good idea, yeah
And his processor wasn’t at all imagining all the things they could try with them, no, not at all.
Jazz smiled at him then, making him relax a little more
- So is it okay if I tell Ratchet to come continue your training next time?~
Prowl didn’t answer, but the color of his face and the movement of his doors were answer enough.