Little Red Riding Prime

chapter 4

His shoulders sagged and his spark sank when he realized the wolf was Megatron. Many stories were spread throughout his village about the savage wolf that ruled these woods. Megatron didn't tolerate trespassers well, and the wolf was known to have a savage personality and raging temper when travelers were caught wandering off the pathways.

Megatron tilted his helm and glanced over Optimus in interest. "Do you know who I am, little mech?"

Optimus kept his gaze low in fear of insulting the dangerous wolf. "I do, Lord Megatron."

Megatron smiled, showing Optimus his razor sharp fangs. "I'm impressed. So few show me proper respect." He stepped closer and chuckled when Optimus took a step back. "Many of your kind know to keep to the path. I'm curious. Why are you wandering around in my territory?"

"I meant no offense, Lord Megatron," Optimus muttered. "I was carried off the path by another wolf."

"Ah...yes...I can smell him...them...on you," Megatron snickered, "among other...delicious scents."

Optimus' cheeks blazed.

"I'm amazed you can walk after interfacing with two wolves," Megatron murmured.

Becoming increasingly uncomfortable, Optimus sighed, "Please, Lord Megatron, I really must move on. My grandmother is waiting for me."

Megatron continued blocking Optimus. "All who enter my woods must pay a toll."

Optimus wanted to shout in frustration, but he fought to keep calm and mumbled, "I have energon treats...and a few credits in--"

With shocking speed, Megatron was upon him, shoving him into a tree and pinning him. He gazed into Megatron's fiery optics in confusion, frozen in place as the tyrant's claws cupped his cheek.

"L--Lord Megatron?" Optimus whimpered.

Megatron growled, "I've watched you travel the pathways in my forest for so many stellar cycles. I want you, little Prime."

'Has every wolf in this forest been stalking me?!' Optimus thought. "Lord Megatron...please...I'm weary...and I must reach my grandmother. She's expecting me."

Megatron remained silent for a moment, making Optimus shift uncomfortably. "Your grandmother must be old and frail. There have been young wolves traveling in packs and attacking cottages deep in this forest and devouring the inhabitants. Your grandmother, living all by herself, would be an easy target. I could offer my protection...for a price of course."

Optimus clenched his servo. He had heard grisly rumors of homes being attacked, but he had hoped those stories were false. Several generations had been raised in his grandmother's woodland cottage, and she wasn't willing to move out and give up her home. The thought of his grandmother being ripped apart and eaten alive made his fueling tanks churn.

"If I agree to your price...you swear to protect my grandmother?" Optimus muttered.

"Yes, and you as well," Megatron replied.

"All right then," Optimus sighed, "but please...be gentle. You're so much bigger than me, and I'm a bit sore."

"Hrm...I'll have to punish Knock Out and Breakdown for not being more careful...and for getting you first," Megatron growled.

Optimus wanted to speak up, but Megatron's mouth was on his, surprisingly tender for such a gruff wolf. Sharp claws traced over his corset, unlacing the silk laces until the fabric dropped from his chassis to the ground. His cape, skirt, and panties soon followed, leaving him only with his gloves and stockings, making him squirm in embarrassment at being exposed, one arm folding over his chassis while the other covered his lower plating. Megatron's chassis rumbled with a low chuckle, and he moaned as the massive wolf peppered soft kisses along his neck and shoulder, causing him to relax a bit, arms wrapping around the tyrant. Helm tilting back as Megatron sucked his neck cables, he gazed up into the tree branches and shouted in fright as a dark faceplate with purple ears stared down at him. Megatron's arms wove around him, preventing him from running away as the dark purple wolf jumped down in front of him.

"This is Soundwave," Megatron stated, "one of my most loyal soldiers."

"Let me guess...he's interested in me as well?" Optimus mumbled, shivering as Soundwave's claws roamed his tense back.

"You've guessed correctly," Megatron laughed. "Very interested."

Optimus gaped as dozens of tentacles sprouted from Soundwave's back and waist, small tendrils wriggling at the tips as lubricant drizzled out.

"Very interested," Soundwave repeated using his voice recorder.

Tentacles wrapped around his arms, chassis, and legs, lifting and flipping him over until he was left dangling upside down, helm resting against soft grass. His legs were spread open, and Megatron kneeled down, claws scraping over his pelvic plating. He gasped and quivered as Megatron's claws scraped more insistently, and he slid back his lower armor with a whimper, lips parting wider as a tentacle rubbed over his lips. Soundwave's bushy tail swished back and forth, static emitting from the purple wolf's vocalizer as he licked the tentacle. A scream rose from his vocalizer as one of Megatron's digits slid into his slick port, back arching as the tyrant lapped the stretched, tight silver ring of his opening. The tentacle plunged into his mouth, lashing the tip with his glossa and causing Soundwave to shudder with a strangled purr. One more digit eased into his passage, and Megatron watched the claws dip in and out as if in a trance by the sight of his stretched port clenching around the fingers. He cried out around the tentacle slipping further into his mouth as Megatron's claws started to scissor, spreading his port walls open, blue lubricant spurting out as the tyrant's claw tips grazed a sensor node.

Megatron eased his digits out and licked the lubricant off. "So tight, little Prime. I doubt you could handle me without being stretched a bit more."

Optimus let out a muffled whine as Megatron's lower plating snapped back, revealing a monstrous gray cable that made his spark flutter in a mix of fear and arousal. He never had such a big partner before, and he whimpered as Megatron rubbed the thick, twitching length over his throbbing port.

"Soundwave...get our pretty little Prime ready," Megatron murmured with a wicked smirk.

The tentacle pumping into his mouth withdrew, gasping for an intake of cool air as Soundwave shifted around until kneeling next to his aft, fingers tearing up grass as a tentacle tip pressed against his port and started vibrating, tiny tendrils stretching the tight ring open. A tentacle cradled the back of his helm and turned his face toward an approaching Megatron, monstrous cable tip brushing over his lips and leaving droplets of lubricant. Parting his lips, he gave the tip a few swipes with his glossa, causing Megatron to shudder and moan loudly, before swallowing as much of the cable as he could, but since the tyrant was so long and thick he could only manage half of the length, and he was struggling to keep from gagging. Megatron's claws gently caressed his cheek, and the tyrant drew back, alleviating the growing ache in his jaw as he bobbed his helm. He stopped and whimpered as the tentacle massaging his opening wriggled in. The texture of the tentacle was smooth and cool against his hot passage, and he cried out as the tentacle vibrated harder and emitted sparks that assaulted every node within him with sharp, tingling pleasure. The wriggling appendage plunged deep into his port, and he wildly thrashed in the other tentacles tight hold. It felt amazing to be completely filled, and when a second tentacle worked into his aft, he almost overloaded, but another tentacle coiled around his pulsing cable, preventing him releasing too soon and making him want to shout in frustration as tight, burning pressure built in his groin and port. The tip of the tentacle expanded and engulfed his entire length, milking his arousal with constricting, wet heat. Soundwave's warm palms cupped and squeezed his aft, rhythmically massaging him as a third tentacle tried to squeeze into his passage.