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Optimus shook her pom poms in the air, waving the ball of ribbon in a coordinated routine before throwing the poms a few feet in front of her. She starts with a jump, flipping in the air and doing a somersault, then two, then three. It's followed by a split straight down the center of the field and catching the pom poms in her servos without even looking up the entire time.
“Wooo, go Cybertron!”
The crowd cheers, whistling and waving their servos in the air as the cheerleaders bow and begin to hustle back to the bleachers. Optimus takes her seat at the very end, crowded between the drink dispenser and the football coach.
“Amazing as always, you cheerleaders always know how to hype up the crowd.”
“Thank you coach Megatron, we do our best.” She takes a sip of her drink, fanning herself as her internal frame temperature begins to rise. “I just hope it's enough to get the team pumped, we don't seem to be doing so good.” She frowns, looking over at the score with only 10 minutes left on the board.
Megatron scoffs, leaning forward to plant his elbows on his knees. “Don't worry, I'll make sure we get that win tonight. You just worry about making sure your valve is ready for me after the game. You've been avoiding me, my little cheerleader.”
Optimus shudders at the sensual voice, resetting her voice module to stop herself from letting out a pitiful moan. “It's just a bunch of studying. I told you I need to maintain certain grades at the end of the year to earn my scholarships.”
Megatron responds by rolling his optics, deciding to just keep his intake shut.
Rising from the bleachers he begins to bellow out to the players, instructing them from the sideline. There's roaring from the crowd, parents and students scream at the top of their lungs as the team quarterback races past the Quintesson team.
“Come on Sentinel! This is time to make a name for yourself!”
Optimus laughs, knowing that Megatron's goading always helps to get the mech riled up.
Sentinel manages to narrowly avoid several linebackers, doing a serpentine motion across the field. Just before one of the Quintesson manages to trip him, he lands right in front of the goalpost, scoring a touchdown for the team.
The cheerleaders all jump up, waving their pom poms and crying out Sentinel's name with a soft flutter in their voice. Optimus just claps, opting to lean into Megatron's warmth as he returns to the bench.
“I expect for you to wait for me once the game ends.”
Optimus blushes, rubbing her legs together and creating a friction that sends a tingle up her spinal strut. A warmth settles in the pit of her stomach. “Fine, but I did promise the girls I'd join them for a sleepover tonight so don't go too crazy.”
Megatron smirks. He crosses his arms over his chest, muscles bulging through the tight windbreaker. Optimus gulps, forcing her jaw shut.
“Don't worry, I'll be gentle.”
Was a promise that Megatron did not keep.
While Sentinel unfortunately fumbled the last throw, Jazz was able to quickly recover their loss at the last few seconds and score a kick shot. Cybertron narrowly won by a single point and as soon as the whistle rang, signaling the end of the game, everyone was immediately running out onto the field. Many crowded the football players, congratulating them for an amazing season and chanting until no one or nothing could get between their adrenaline high.
Optimus sprang up from the bench, on her way to join the excitement as well before a large servo was grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her across the field.
Everyone was so preoccupied with the win that no one noticed Optimus disappear into the school gym, tossed across Megatron's office table and forced to spread her legs like a compliant slut.
“Fucking whore, did you think I wouldn't notice you jumping around with this?”
Megatron bent Optimus’ legs back over her chest, flipping up her skirt and showcasing her perfectly round bottom and tiny panties soaked in her discharge. A thin string of lace was sucked between her cheeks with barely enough fabric hiding her wet lips from the front.
“Jumping around and doing flips while wearing this tiny thong. I bet you wanted everyone to see your dirty pussy.”
Optimus moans, shaking her hips in the air. “Ngh, not everyone, just you…”
A shudder runs down Megatron's spinal strut. He keeps one hand over Optimus’ left ankle, forcing her leg back as far as possible while he uses his other servo to brush the panties to the side, revealing Optimus's swollen valve. With two digits he spreads the trembling lips apart, coating his digits in the teen's lubricant and brushing over the tufts of hair over her pelvic bone.
“Ngh ah…” Optimus gives a whine, pedes curling as Megatron leans closer to her valve, breath ghosting over her pert anterior node.
He dips a tongue between the folds, fondling her node with the tip of his glossa and grinning at her wanton moans.
“Ah ah please Megatron… in my pussy please ngh~!”
She whines, voice dropping into a needy moan. Her right pede is pulled up, bent at the knee so that it sits flat on the table. She reaches underneath her meaty thighs, pulling her skin taut and showcasing her leaking hole.
“Mm I want the coach's thick cock in my pussy. Fuck me until I'm brain dead hehe~!”
“Certainly,” Megatron purrs. He keeps her panties pulled to the side as he dips his glossa between the twitching folds. The tip circles around her valve entrance, rubbing at twitching callipers that already have Optimus humping the air.
She cries, dentae biting at the corner of her lips. Her optics are trained closely on how Megatron swirls his glossa over her folds, circling down her array, fondling callipers and suckling up her dribbling fluids like a starved mech.
“Ah fuck fuck please!” She begs. Her face turned blue from anticipation and energon coursing through her fuel lines.
She's become so charged up, protoform burning with a wanton need that she quickly pushes her uniform up on her collarbone. Her frilly pink bra is shoved upwards and digits tweak at pert brown nipples.
“What a naughty girl, who taught my little cheerleader to be so slutty?”
Seeing Optimus so unabashedly start to pleasure herself has Megatron going crazy with lust. A violent growl rips through his throat. Lips trail up the femmes heaving chest to settle over the other lonely breast. He quickly latches on, toying with the nub and biting around her areolas until she's covered in several love bites.
“Coach coach ah ahh stop teasing!” She pouts. Despite her supposed angry demeanor, Optimus doesn't do anything to stop Megatron's nibbles, instead, she maneuvers his face with her servo and has him administer the same treatment to her other breast.
Megatron has no reason to deny Optimus and latches onto the swollen brown nub. He circles his glossa around the nipple, nibbling at the edges and tasting a sweetness that has him fantasizing about a rich liquid spurting from the teen's nipples.
Maybe he can make that a reality another time.
“More please ah so good~!” Optimus moans. Her optics roll to the back of her helm, legs latching onto Megatron's waist for stability and wet valve dragging over jean fabric in her pursuit of a fat spike to fill her up.
“I don't have a condom, you know? If I go in like this then I'm sure to put a pretty baby in your tummy.”
The thought alone sends shudders up both of their spines. Optimus is too overcome with an inexplicable need to be filled, to be fucked so thoroughly that she can feel Megatron's spike reach up to her gestation chamber. She wants to be able to press against her abdomen and feel that spike on the other side. Optimus has lost all reasoning, only desiring one thing, and one thing alone.
“Please give me your cock, fuck my pussy, make me wet, I want to squirt, nghhh~!” Optimus sobs.
She throws her cheerleader top and bra to the side, uncaring of where it lands. Her breasts bounce from her movements, soft mounds perfectly settled over her chassis, nubs pointing outwards with a sheen of Megatron's oral lubricant. There's no time to care about decency, especially in a situation like this.
The spry femme scoots further back on Megatron's desk. Papers and notebooks are scattered all over the floor, thrown haphazardly while the cheerleaders make room to discard her wet underwear and properly spread her legs. She uses her flexibility to bend them wide, servos on either side of her pelvis spreading her fat lips and brushing away her pubic hair to present her fluttering valve hole.
It drips with lubricant, beckoning the coach with promises of sweet, mind-numbing pleasure.
“I don't care if you have a rubber, I want your cock in my pussy, fuck my uterus, I want to be leaking your cum, ahhh, fill me up like the dumpster I am~!” Optimus’ smile is flirtatiously sinful. She's like a succubus hypnotizing her prey to fall into the depths of hell.
Thankfully, Megatron is already there.
The zipper of his pants is ripped apart, tab bouncing off the wall. He releases his spike, pumping the heavy shaft in his servos. The appendage is massive, barely engulfed by Megatron's own servos. He coats the spike in a layer of his pre-transfluid, spitting in his palm for extra lubrication.
“I'm going to have you drop out of this shithole school. You would look much better tied up in my bed, gaping pussy always ready to please me like a perfect cocksleeve.”
Megatron lines up his spike. He slaps the bulbous head over Optimus's anterior node, taking delight in the femme's pitiful whimpers.
Optimus curls her pedes in excitement, gripping the edge of the desk for stability. Her valve dribbles with lubricant, coating the tip of Megatron's shaft and easing his spike's entrance into her tight valve. Optimus' glossa lolls out, brows furrowed, optics watching with deep fascination as slowly the spike drags past pulsing callipers. It disappears inside of Optimus’ valve without resistance, just pushing in deeper and deeper until finally, heavy balls slap against Optimus’ cheeks.
She sighs, satiated by the weight that settles inside her valve. Her lips are spread tightly, forced to accommodate Megatron's girth. At the top, her anterior node trembles, buzzing with an electrical charge that makes Optimus’ hips stutter.
She presses forward, moaning like a bitch when Megatron's spike slams against her ceiling node.
“Ah fuck~! Mmm so good!” She leans forward, humping the spike so that it continuously digs into her node, forcing bolts of pleasure through every one of her circuits.
Liquids of all kinds trickle from Optimus’ hole. A tingling sensation settling in the pit of her abdomen, threatening to expel even the most humiliating fluids.
“F-fuck me please! Megatron ah ah, I want to cum ngh~!”
“With pleasure,” he groans. Large, thick servos encompass her legs, clasping underneath and over her thighs so that he has a tight grip on her jiggling legs. He looks over at the clock, only for a second, knowing that soon there will be annoying teenage mechs knocking at his door to go out for dinner.
He brushes the thoughts away, slowly pulling his spike from Optimus’ tight entrance, and watching, entranced as the lips cling to every bump and vein. A spurt of transfluid shoots from between her lips as the friction causes her to uncontrollably squirt.
Megatron makes sure his digits grip her thighs tightly, leaving behind indents, and without warning, he slams back in.
“Ahhh ngh ah yess~!” Optimus quite literally sobs. She falls back on the table, servos pinching both pert nipples as Megatron begins his violent assault, fucking into Optimus like it was his sole duty entrusted to him by god himself.
“Such a fucking whore. Look at you, crying and moaning from my cock, you love it, say you love it!”
“Ah I-I love it I love your cock in my teen pussy ngh you're breaking meee…” Optimus’ voice trails off, vocals following the rhythm of Megatron's pistoning hips.
“Oh this isn't even close, I will show you how it feels to get fucked until you break,” Megatron growls, grinning like a mad-man.
He clutches Optimus’ thighs tightly, pulling them to his chassis and fervently thrusting his hips into the sopping wet valve. With each thrust and with each bump of his spike against her ceiling node, she falls further into depravity. The high-school sweetheart, valedictorian, and most popular girl in all of Cybertron high school was reduced to a moaning whore who only seeked to fulfill her own pleasures.
Megatron didn't waste time picking up the pace. His slow, languid thrusts soon became quick, violent and sporadic. The sound of hips and balls slapping against skin echoed in the room. Optimus’ couldn't even contain her cries if she tried because the overwhelming heat that settled in her abdomen was too strong.
“I'm going to oh ah ah~! Megatron ahh…” Optimus' warning came out as a pitiful wail. The weight of something heavy pushed against her bladder.
Oral lubricant dribbled from her open intake, optics glossed over and pert, abused breasts bouncing back and forth.
Megatron growled, knowing what was to come and immediately spread the cheerleader's legs so that he had a proper view of her humiliating act. He slowly dragged his spike out, pressing it against the top of Optimus’ valve and smirking when the tip nudged against her anterior node.
That was the final straw before Optimus was squirting. A hot stream of liquids shot from her dirty valve, arching from her lips and covering the entire office in her sweet musk. The lust and pleasure was mind-numbing. Thin digits spread her lips, moving away any obstructions so that there was a perfect view of Optimus relieving herself like some kind of whore.
While squirting she toyed with her anterior node, humping the air, sobbing and throwing her helm back from the electrical charge burning her receptors.
“Oh fu- ahh Megatron I'm squirting ngh so good ah fuck fuck my pussy so wet ah~!” She slaps her lips, giggling from the wet sound. Rubbing her anterior node with the pad of her digits for one final burst of pleasure, she finally pulls away, squirt trickling into a dribble.
Optimus shakes her hips, beckoning Megatron.
“Now that you've had your fun, it's my turn!” Growling, he claws at her legs, pulling her to the edge of the table and thrusting inside of her with a single push. His spike goes deeper than ever before, hitting the very entrance of her gestation chamber. The pressure alone causes Optimus to let out another squirt of transfluid, but this time Megatron doesn't feel like being so kind and continues to fuck her while she loses her mind.
“Ah ah ngh~!”
“Mine all mine, fuck fuck my precious little cheerleader, my cockwhore. I'm going to impregnate you and keep you locked in my house!” With each word, Megatron thrusts further and deeper. The head of his spike dribbles with pre-transfluid, already coating the inside of Optimus’ chamber with his discharge.
The cheerleader cries, smiling all doe eyed as Megatron's spike literally pushes against her abdomen, causing a bump to show right at the top of her stomach. She curiously presses against the bulge, delighting in the fact that she receives a husky growl from Megatron's intake.
“Tease, acting all innocent when you act like this, I wonder what all the other cheerleaders would say if they saw you like this.”
“Mnn d-doesn't matter, only for you ngh!”
Megatron loved that kind of response. Despite boldly proclaiming that he would parade Optimus around the school like a free-use toilet for the horny teens to fuck, he much preferred keeping her tied in his private chambers. Mind-breaking the precious school sweetheart to only crave him and his spike alone.
“Get ready to accept all of me!”
“Y-yes please in my pussy, cum in me~!” Optimus begs, spreading her legs until she is basically doing a split.
With a fervent roar, Megatron quickened his pace, slamming his spike directly into Optimus’ forge repeatedly and painting her insides with his leaking transfluid. Feeling himself get close, and knowing that Optimus was not far behind for her second overload, he leaned down over the cheerleader, engulfing her entire frame with his own and nibbled on one of her pert nipples.
“My tits ngh, my nipples it hurts!”
Megatron could not concede, he couldn't control his feral charge. All he wanted was to own and claim the small cheerleader, to mark her as his own and make sure her dirty valve knew only his spike.
Balls slapped violently against Optimus’ aft, spike driving into the very back of her gestation chamber and anterior node pinched between two digits.
Optimus threw her helm back, screaming as her overload hit her like a ton of bricks. Her valve trembled, it even felt like it had gone numb as pure pleasure coursed through every sensor in her frame. Another fat gush of fluid flowed from her valve, it was expelled along with the frothy, milky liquids that was Megatron's transfluid filling up Optimus’ tanks. He creamed, stuffing her until not a single crevice was left untouched.
“Ah yes yes ngh… ah ah ah my cunt is so full…”
“Mine, all mine, my bitch mine mine mine…”
Megatron was also lost in lust, declaring his absolute love and obsession for the teen girl. He held her tightly, waiting for his spike to finish pumping inside of her.
It took a while, but the numbness eventually recedes, followed by a raw, throbbing sensation coating her weary limbs and abused valve. Optimus uses what little strength she has to rise from the desk, looking down as her pubic hair is coated in sticky transfluid and lips stretched around the fat spike.
“I told you I had plans with the other cheerleaders, now look at me,” she pouts, voice sounding raw from all the screaming.
Her valve throbs, pressure pulsing inside her abdomen. The lips are soaked blue from all the exertion, throbbing from a pain that she knows will probably last her for the rest of the week.
Megatron shrugs, not showing any sympathy for the debauched teen girl. With slow, steady movements he begins to pull his spike from the entrance, groaning as Optimus’ valve literally suctions to every vein and bump.
Optimus whines, biting her lips as the spike is removed, leaving her with a gaping emptiness and an array of dirty fluids pooling out of her hole like some kind of sex toy.
“Ngh so mean, hurry up and get me my clothes, I bet the girls are already looking for me.”
She keeps her aft planted on the desk, unconcerned about her stretched lips and soaked valve dribbling transfluid all over the coach's desk. Megatron knows he won't win an argument trying to get her off his property so he decides to cause havoc in a different way.
“Where's my underwear?” Optimus asks. She slips on her bra, cringing as the fabric brushes over her sensitive nipples and slides on the rest of her cheerleader outfit. Looking around the room she's confused when she doesn't notice the panties that she supposedly threw to the floor next to the desk. “Megatron!”
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” Megatron grins, looking away while acting coy. He obviously had taken the panties and stuffed them inside his pocket for later, but there's no reason for him to verbally admit to it.
Since Optimus was going to go out with her friends acting like mindless teenagers, then Megatron was going to take a little treat for himself and use her sweat-soaked panties to jack off for the rest of the night.
“Megatronnnnn!” Optimus whined more, getting up from the desk and shivering when she felt the sticky fluids travel down her thighs. “You pervert!”
“Guilty, what else is new.”
Optimus huffs, stomping her legs. At that moment the sound of doors slamming and voices can be heard, several of the cheerleaders and football players were already making their way back to the locker rooms and Optimus’ opportunity to steal back her panties had ended.
She pouts, angrily furrowing her brows like a rabbit and snatching up a couple of tissues from Megatron's desk, wiping down her thighs as best she could.
“You're going to pay for this next time, and don't stain my panties or I swear!” Muttering curses under her breath she quickly composes herself, adjusting her uniform and making sure not a single piece was out of place.
Optimus scurried out of Megatron’s office, not even looking back at the coach, knowing he was leering at the cheerleader and her jiggling thighs.
As soon as she turned the corner and the door slammed shut, Megatron sneakily pulled out the panties, taking a quick whiff of the heavy scent and venting in relief.
Yeah, he was going to definitely stain them later.