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Botanica sighed as she study a strange flower.
She had came across it on one of her patrols. The flower had yet to bloom, it’s light colored petals were twisted together though not tightly a sign that it was close to blooming. The flower sat on a table in her quarters in a small pot of dirt.
Botanica had studied a lot of different flowers, she studied them so much that she could tell them apart when they’re nothing more but little sprouts.
Sprouts. Botanica’s sighed again as she took her attention away from the flower. “Sprouts, Vines.” Nicknames given to her from Rattrap. She didn’t hate the rodent…well not anymore.
Since her pod landed on earth, and she was introduced to the crew, Rattrap was not her favorite. The rodent was and still is vulgar, annoying, and loud. And judging by some nicknames he gave her he wasn’t her biggest fan either, sometimes calling her “up tight, snooty, boring, etc, etc.” the list would go on. Optimus tired of their banter would pair them up more often. She will always remember Dinobot’s words to her after she was paired with vermin. “I don’t normally pity others but I pity you.”
The first few missions were awful, they would just argue but as time went on their arguments wouldn’t stop but they would become less frequent. She came to appreciate him on the team and he came to appreciate her.
Rattrap’s insults had become more flirty. He would always greet her with a “Hey sprouts.~” Botanica would always brush it off. But she didn’t mind it. She found that over time she found him, in his own way....handsome.
Botanica shook her head. “What are you thinking Botanica?” She questioned herself out loud. Her attention went back to the flower. “Rattrap is…well he is…something but definitely not her type…right?” Botanica questioned out loud while she looked at the flower. The flower moved slightly, its petals loosening.
Botanica started at the flower in thought.
"It's close to blooming so it wouldn't hurt to help."
She decided that because it was close to blooming, she would lend a hand. She stroked the petals with a servo, a dim glowing light appeared on the tip of her sharp servo. “Come on little flower, bloom.” She encouraged. The flower started to loosen its petals opening up slowly.
Botanica could see as the flower opened, that the petals were this very bright hot pink, that was strange, although some flowers had these bright colors she hadn’t seen any flowers with this color. The flower would fully open, it was the hot pink color, but in the middle it looked like a small little white cloud, it was pollen. The structure of the flower was similar to a lily.
“Strange, but beautiful.” Botanica smiled, she slightly poked the little pollen cloud. She pulled her servo back looking proud.
Then the flower did something unexpected. It started to close again and before Botanica could do anything, it spit the cloud of pollen onto her chasis.
Botanica stumbled back surprised by the sudden attack. The flower opened back up now lacking the cloud of pollen. Botanica huffed. “This is the thanks I get.” She started using her hands to try and wipe of the pollen but it started to stick to her hands and servos. She realized that it smelled sickly sweet. The botanist tried shaking off the pollen but it didn’t budge. Botanica once again tried rub off the pollen on her hands on her frame, a dumb idea because she just spread it all over her frame. White pollen was now smeared all over her.
Botanica tched, she reached into her subspace for a rag to try and wipe off the pollen. It somewhat worked she got it off her hands, a white stain somewhat lingering.
As she started to wipe off the rest of the stuff her frame started to feel sensitive to the rag. The smell was starting to get to her making her dizzy. Botanica gasped as she started to clean her upper frame near her neck. Botanica’s frame starts to heat up. The heat started going down to her panel.
“What is going on.”
Botanica dropped the rag to the floor. She heads to her berth unwrapping her “skirt” to get to her panel.
Botanica laid on her berth as her hands traveled down her frame, her frame more sensitive than usual, she gasped as her servos slowly went down her frame, slowly tracing seems.
Her servos went to work on her valve, for a brief moment she wondered when she had opened her panel but that question went out the window as she traced the entrance of her valve. She softly moaned. She didn’t even insert a servo in and was already worked up. She brought her servo up, lubricant was already smudged on.
“I guess I skip the foreplay.”
She inserted two servos into her folds, moaning loudly until she catches herself, her teammates would hear her but she remembered that they were all out on a little expedition trip leaving her alone. Botanica relaxed.
She started plunging her servos in and out moaning as she sped the pace. It didn’t take long for her to overload but it wasn’t enough.
Once again she moved her servos this time bringing her other servo to her outer nub and began to rub circles around it. Her walls started to tighten. She howled in pleased. Already close to overload.
Botanica overloaded shaking as lubricant oozed out of her entrance. But it was not enough to quelling her heat she needed a spike filling her. But she couldn’t stop from overloading again and again she needed assistance. She moaned loudly as she brought her self to overload once again.
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Rattrap groaned as he entered the Axalon. After begging Optimus to return to the base, tried of the little trip they were taking. It was so boring and he wanted to get out of there. Finally the boss monkey relented and allowed him to return to base.
“Home Sweet Home.” Rattrap sighed. Finally he could have some privacy to himself. And best of all he could annoy his favorite plant lady.
Rattrap admitted that he was not her biggest fan when they first met but now they’re in good terms. He’ll even admit that he started to take a liking to her. He looked forward to seeing her and seeing her reactions to his flirtatious insults, she looked adorable when he left her flustered. He kind of enjoyed it when she gave him that look, a mix between her usual serious look and a glare, he didn’t like that look from anyone else but when she did it, it would send shivers down his back struts and in a good way.
“Thinking of Botanica where is she?” He looked around the command post for her but she wasn’t there.
“Where could she be?”
Just then a smell hit him. A deliciously sweet smell.
He had never smelled it before but he wanted more. Rattrap followed the scent. As he followed he found himself drooling, his frame slowly heating up. As he got closer he realized one that it was coming from Botanica’s quarters, second his frame was heating up, and third he could hear moaning and wet squelching noises.
I didn’t take a genius to know what she was up to.
Rattrap knocked on her door. “Yo Sprouts.” He expected to hear shuffling inside the room and the moaning to stop but no, he still heard the wet noises and moans.
“I’m coming in Sprouts.” Rattrap warned. He punch in a code and her doors opened.
He stood there stunned to see Botanica laying on her berth, optics closed, moaning as she pumped her servos in her valve. It looked like honey was oozing out of her folds. She didn’t even notice him walk in, she was to preoccupied in pleasuring herself.
Rattrap should have left the room, he should have felt shame, but he didn’t.
Rattrap didn’t leave.
The sight of Botanica shaking, moaning, making a mess it was so unlike her, it was hot. Rattrap licked his lips. He watched as lubricant oozed from her entrance, he wanted a taste.
Rattrap closed the doors behind him and before he could think. He had placed himself in-between her legs, removing her servos, placing his hands on her thighs digging his servos into the vines covering metal.
She jumped in surprise but quickly melted into bliss as started licking up the lubricant dripping from her folds, teasing her entrance.
“Ah….Rattrap…” Botanica moaned. She brings one hands to rest on top of his helm the other she brings to her mouth, biting a servo.
Rattrap’s glossa pumped in and out. He groaned feeling her valve mesh tighten around his glossa. The amber-colored lubricant stuck to his glossa. Primus, she tastes amazing, sweet like nectar.
Botanica threw her helm back as she felt the glossa hitting spots she couldn’t even reach. Her wall tightened, Primus she was so close.
A few more pumps and she came quivering, squirting lubricant onto Rattrap’s face, her sharp servos leaving small dents on his helm.
Rattrap removed his glossa, using his arm to clean his face. He sat up straight, Botanica’s arm fell off his helm as she took a breather.
Rattrap was running hot his frame felt like it was on fire, his spike pushed up against his panel begging to be released. So he did. Rattrap opened his panel, his spike stiff, dark blue pre dripping from the tip.
He positioned his spike in-between her folds teasingly sliding it up and down, the heat making him groan. Botanica gasped “Rattrap oh…”
He smirks. “What is it Vines? What do you need?” He teases her. He moves his hips, spike soaked in lubricant, brushing it against her outer nub. Botanica sends him a glare that quickly melts away. She opens her mouth but words are lost. “C’mon Vines tell me and I’ll listen.” He prods her entrance with a servo, she responds with a whine.
“R-Rattrap…” Botanica stutters. Rattrap smirks. “Frag me…Rattrap, please..” She begs, a pleading look on her face, something rare for her.
Rattrap smiles, and positions his spike to her entrance. “As you wish.” He slams into her. Botanica howls in pleasure. He groans as the heat of her mesh walls swallows his spike.
Rattrap started to move his hips slowly thrusting in and out, both panting heavily. His hands started running up her thigh to her hips, softly tracing the vines to the seems of her hips. Botanica moaned writhing under his soft touches this was to much.
Rattrap felt her walls tighten. “Y-You’re overloading already…” She didn’t answer as she came.
Rattrap quickened his thrusts lubricant making it easier to get in deeper into her valve hitting her gestation tank making her scream. “Rattrap! Oh Primus!”
The wet sounds of them fragging echoes throughout the room. Rattrap began moving his hips faster and rougher each time hitting her tank going into somewhat of a rhythm. Making Botanica sit straight up quivering “Ugh…Rat-ah…ngh..” Botanica choking on her moans. By the Matrix this felt so good.
Pressure was building in is spike, he was close to overloading. Once again her walls tightened.
His thrust started becoming sloppy.
Botanica arched her back and let out a silent scream as Rattrap overloaded, spilling his transfluid deep within her. He groaned as she milked his spike. She overloaded mixing their fluids together. He kept his spike within her making sure she got every last drop.
Rattrap removed his spike with a *plop* their fluids, a mixture of amber and dark blue, cascaded out of her folds some of it sticking to his spike and her valve.
Rattrap’s optics studied her frame he just now realized their height difference, Botanica towered over him, he didn’t mind it he liked femmes taller than him, mechs too , but Botanica was as tall as Dinobot, standing he came up to her hips, even as she was laying down he couldn’t reach her lips to kiss her or lay kisses on her neck and chassis. He also noticed these faded white covering some of her frame, he’ll ask about that later when he wasn’t so worked up.
“Botanica…” Even in her horny riddled state that caught her off guard, he rarely called her by her name. “Sit up for me, babe.” Botanica nodded and she sat up, legs still spread apart still giving him view of her messy folds. This was better.
“Why…did you..” Botanica was caught off by Rattrap pulling her face to his kissing her so passionately it made her dizzy. She moaned it the kiss as he pushed his glossa into her mouth. She could taste herself on his glossa. Botanica thought his denta would be uncomfortable and it was, at first.
Rattrap still on his knees between her open legs, his spike, still coated in fluids, rested on her lower frame.
Rattrap ran his hands over her cheeks, caressing them in a gentle manner, it was romantic. Botanica was in pure bliss. She brought her hands to his chasis, gently running her clawed servos down his frame, making sure to tug on the fur on his chasis, earning her a moan from him in reward.
Rattrap broke the kiss. He stared into her optics a smile on his face. “You’re adorable.” Botanica felt her face grow even more hot. She didn’t know what was worse, her being completely unashamed of this situation or that she’s more embarrassed that Rattrap gave her such romantic kiss.
Unfortunately that fragging session was not enough. Their systems still ran hot and Rattrap’s spike was still stiff, he needed to bury it back into her walls and she needed him to keep fragging her.
Rattrap realigns his spike to her valve, burying just the tip into her folds. His hand, now sticky with lubricant, moves to her thigh and slowly moving up making sure his servos dip into the vines lightly touching the metal underneath.
“Ah…frag.” Botanica pants. He was teasing her and she knew it from the smirk on his face. Botanica moved her hips plunged his spike into her, she smirked back at him.
“Alright…I guess you’re done with the teasin’.” Rattrap groans. He holds her hips and starts trusting.
Botanica moves her hips to his rhythm. The wet squelching sounds once again echoes throughout her quarters. Their pants and moans is all they can get out both processors hazy with heat.
They didn’t know how long they were at it. It was overload, after overload, after overload each time he hits her gestation tank, making her see stars. By the time their heat subsided their frames were a mess of transfluid and lubricant, both panting heavily.
“Babe…I-I can’t go anymore…I’m spent.” Rattrap gasps his spike still buried deep within her. Botanica nodded. “D-Ditto…” Botanica replied catching her breath.
As she relaxes her optics roamed around her quarters finally landing on the flower that caused this whole situation. It was still open showing off its bright pink petals, the center of it still empty of the cloud of pollen.
Botanica realized as she looked down at her frame seeing the white faded pollen on her, that the pollen was the cause of this intense interfacing session. She notices that Rattrap has caught some of the pollen on his frame and hands.
“Rattrap…we need to wash of this mess off ourselves.” Botanica pants. Rattrap nods, removing himself from deep within in her, fluids pour out her. He depressurizes his spike and closes his panel. Botanica shivers has the cool air hits her gaping valve, she closes her panel.
Rattrap gets off the berth first, he was wobbly but he regained his balance. Botanica on the other hand looked like a youngling learning how to walk. “I gotcha Vines.” Rattrap assists Botanica to the wash racks. Rattrap thanked the matrix that the rest of the maximals were still out.
They get to the wash racks. Rattrap places Botanica in the larger tub and turns the water on.
Botanica sighs in bliss as the warm water surrounds her frame she doesn’t even mind when Rattrap joins her. He turns the water off when it’s high enough. Rattrap passes her a clean rag, she says her thanks and starts cleaning her self. It was like that for awhile.
“So ya tellin’ me that we fragged cause you were curious bout a flower?” Rattrap asked lounging back, arms on the edge of the tub. “Yes…” She replies shame in her tone. Rattrap chuckles. “Sprouts that’s the best fragging session I’ve had in years.” Rattrap laughs . Botanica’s cheeks turn pink, she had to admit even though she doesn’t remember the last time she interfaced, this was the best she’ll ever had.
Rattrap’s laugh subsided a smile on his face. “Even better cause it was with you.” Rattrap almost whispered. This catches Botanica off guard. She stops cleaning.
“What?” She turns to him in surprise.
Rattrap still with a smile on his face, he shrugged his shoulders. “I enjoyed it more with you.” Rattrap shifts his position to where he could lay kisses her back struts, his hands on her hips. “I enjoyed it when were under me begging me to continue.” Botanica moans. “Rattrap please don’t try and start it up again.” Botanica gasps. Rattrap backs off but his tail teases her aft.
Botanica doesn’t saying anything about the line “under me.”
“I won’t lie Rattrap…I enjoyed it too.” Botanica lays a quick kiss on his helm. Rattrap sighs in bliss.
“Hey sprouts, we could do this more often.”