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Feb 12

Fun With Toys [Shadow Striker/Slipstream]

Transformers [NSFW] Femslash Week 2026, Feb 12: Toys @womenintransformers

[TAGS] Rarepair, Lesbian Sex, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Valves, Face-Sitting, Kissing, Valve Oral, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Vibrator, Ben Wa Balls, Clit Play, Praise Kink, Tribadism, Subspace, Orgasm Denial, Power Dynamics, Unhealthy Relationships, No Aftercare, Boundary Issues, Fling - Freeform, PWP, Dom Shadow Striker, Sub Slipstream, Mentioned Slipstream/Windblade

[SUMMARY] Shadow Striker sees Slipstream in want of appreciation befitting her rank. Shadow Striker has just the idea, or so she thinks.

Read this fic on AO3, or below the cut.

On the bridge of the Nemesis, Shadow Striker watched as Slipstream presented a sword that demanded attention to itself with its great size to Starscream. He snatched it up with such glee expressed on his face and held it up to proudly proclaim what he now possessed.

The Star Saber? Shadow Striker had heard legends about its awesome power. It was quite unfortunate that Starscream was now the one who held it, rather than more capable hands, such as her own. He swung it around carelessly while blathering on, almost hitting Slipstream with it had she not hastily dodged.

She resumed her proper posture at a distance safe from his swinging range, regarding him expectantly. But he shoved past her and strode out of the bridge. After regaining her balance, she stood up straight, but then her shoulders slumped.

Curious. What had she been expecting? More orders?

Slipstream glanced around the bridge and caught Shadow Striker’s gaze. Not sheepish of having been noticed, she just smirked. Slipstream only averted her gaze then left.

A few days later, Shadow Striker witnessed a similar scene but with Shockwave. Slipstream had been collecting some materials for him, of some difficulty to obtain due to their belonging in such distant regions, and here she reported to him that all had been successfully retrieved.

She looked at him expectantly, just like she had with Starscream.

But he only replied in acknowledgement and walked past her out of the bridge.

This time she glared after him, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. Apparently unaware of Shadow Striker’s presence, she said to herself aloud, “ ‘Understood’? That’s all I get for going all the way to both poles of this planet?” Her anger fizzled out in a resigned, disappointed sigh and shortly took her leave of the bridge.

Shadow Striker watched her depart. So she sought recognition of her efforts. Come to think of it, she had been performing her missions rather effectively as of late. It must have hurt for this to have gone unnoticed.

She need not go underappreciated any longer, for her revealed desperation deserved to be carefully attended to. And Shadow Striker had just the idea.

⁂

Shadow Striker relished in the visible effect she had on those beneath her: fear. It was painted clearly on their frowning faces, quivering frames, and legs that wanted to make for a retreat. She had not forgotten how Slipstream distinguished herself from her cowering subordinates by putting on a brave face and upright posture when they had teamed together for a mission.

Would she look so brave when confronted alone?

Shadow Striker sought her out and found her in one of the Nemesis’s corridors. There she had planted her hand on the wall in front of her, blocking her path.

“Shadow Striker!” Slipstream said at attention, looking at her with wide eyes. She was equally as frightened as the rest of her subordinates, and this knowledge brought a smile to Shadow Striker’s face. If this unnerved Slipstream, she tried to not let it show as she recomposed herself.

“Slipstream,” Shadow Striker crossed her arms, “I’ve got a task for you.”

Her red eyes seemed to search her face, as if trying to ascertain her purpose. “What is it, sir?”

“Hold out your left arm,” Shadow Striker offered out her hand.

Still lost, Slipstream complied by extending her left arm and putting her hand in hers.

“Retrieve this crate from storage,” Shadow Striker sent her its identification by putting her left arm beside hers. A holographic projection popped up on Slipstream’s wrist with said identification.

The tension melted from Slipstream’s frame as she gained clarity. She retracted her hand. “Understood, sir.”

She turned to leave, but Shadow Striker suddenly clasped her shoulder. “And bring it straight to my personal quarters. No peeking, you or anyone else.”

It was cute how that action startled Slipstream, jolting a small, awkward sound of surprise out of her. Standing too close, her wide red eyes were almost like a mirror. Shadow Striker smirked at the effect she had on her then patted her back as she sent her on her way to storage.

When Slipstream reappeared some time later, struggling to carry the heavy crate, Shadow Striker was waiting outside her personal quarters with crossed arms. Slipstream was walking slowly, leaning backwards to accommodate the size and weight of the load. It almost seemed like that crate could break the glass of her cockpit if she was too careless.

“About time. Come in,” Shadow Striker opened the door and entered before her. “Just set it down on the floor there,” she pointed, and so it was done.

Relieved of her burden, Slipstream stood up and stretched. Among the Seekers, she had a rather pleasant color scheme. Or at least Shadow Striker had to conclude so, from just how eye-catching she was.

Slipstream’s attention returned to her when she sat down on the edge of her slab.

“I think you deserve to be rewarded, Slipstream.” Shadow Striker watched her try to silently make sense of this. “Not just for now, but I have noticed your good performance as of late.”

“Rewarded? Me?” The skepticism was palpable, bolstered by the many cycles that her efforts had been neglected. “Um,” she corrected herself, “I’m honored, sir.”

“Come here,” Shadow Striker beckoned her with a crooked finger.

Slowly, regarding her with uncertainty, Slipstream came over to her.

“Lean down.”

Judging by her face, she was clueless. When she bent down, Shadow Striker took her chin between her index and thumb and leaned back. Slipstream followed her until she had to brace herself on the slab to keep herself from falling on top of her. This left their faces only just barely apart. Shadow Striker’s thumb brushed her bottom lip and she treasured her wonderful round rubies.

“Close your eyes,” Shadow Striker said in a hushed tone and brought their lips closer.

Slipstream did so obediently. Shadow Striker tilted her head and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. Heat emanated from her cheeks, and doubtless her internal systems were of similar condition. Her mind must be buzzing with thoughts wrought with curiosity and worry.

It was Slipstream who pulled away first, but Shadow Striker smothered the incoming question on her lips by pulling her into another kiss. Not by her chin, but by grabbing her head and smashing their lips together. This came as another surprise to Slipstream, and it almost made her lose her balance.

This time when they parted, Shadow Striker had to wipe the drool from her lips that came from their exchanging of tongues. Slipstream did the same, but her hand lingered by her lips. She looked at her with surprise.

“I-Is this allowed?” Her voice was so small, endearing in its nervous scrupulosity.

“I’m your superior, so whatever I say goes. Right?”

No rules like she suggested actually existed, but she must have been unable to stifle her need for assurance. So vulnerable she must have felt in this position.

Her reply was slow, drawn out, “Yes… that’s correct.” She didn’t move from where she was, still so close to Shadow Striker as if waiting for her to pull her in for another kiss. She appeared stuck in the moment, absorbed. Her cheeks were still colored with blush.

“And as I’m your superior, you should know how to address me.”

“Yes, sir,” came Slipstream’s hushed reply.

Not often did Shadow Striker produce an awestruck effect on someone, but it thrilled her to behold it. “You’ve done very good, Slipstream,” she sat up, which made Slipstream back off of her, but she kept her close by holding her face.

The praise worsened her blushing. Swallowing, she said, “I… am grateful. But I don’t… understand why you’ve brought me here and done this, sir.” It was an attempt to regain her dignity, but that was rather difficult when it was her superior who had undone it in the first place. She was still at a loss for what was happening, but she was very lucky to have Shadow Striker with her for guidance.

Shadow Striker stroked her hot cheek with a thumb, smirking at her stupid, but endearing, expression. “This is only a taste of what I can offer you.”

“Uh, I still don’t...”

“Then I’ll make it crystal clear. Go open that crate I had you bring.”

Slipstream, with some reluctance to leave her, turned around and crouched down at the crate. Shadow Striker got to her feet and approached, regarding her as she opened it.

“Sir!” Slipstream’s voice was suddenly shrill with urgency, “Did I grab the wrong crate?” Embarrassment overcame her face as she looked up at Shadow Striker.

“Not at all. This is the right crate.”

Between them was an opened crate filled with a collection of sex toys.

“This… this isn’t appropriate for me to see at all!” Slipstream stood up, “I shouldn’t—”

“I wanted you to see it. Because I want to play with you using these toys.”

Slipstream’s face couldn’t get any redder. “But I’m just a subordinate, sir!”

“Don’t limit yourself like this, Slipstream,” Shadow Striker strode over to her, holding her burning face. “I believe you’d enjoy what we could do together.”

It was clear to Shadow Striker as to why Slipstream was so reluctant. She had never known anything different, thus feared it. Feared upsetting their established dynamic.

“You’re attracted to me?” Slipstream could not be more sheepish, but clarity had finally reached her.

Shadow Striker leaned down and grabbed something from within the crate. “Your systems will overheat and burn themselves out if I keep you any longer, so give me your response tomorrow. In the meantime, I want you to put this in”—she held out a fist and dropped something into Slipstream’s palm—“tonight.”

It was small and cylindrical, and Slipstream did not seem entirely sure what to make of it. “This is—?”

“A vibrator. You’ll open your panel and set it on your node, then close your panel. It’s equipped with tech to make it silent.”

“To self-service?”

“Actually”—Shadow Striker grinned, revealing what she had clutched in her fist still—“I’ve got its remote.”

“Understood, sir.” Slipstream tried to regain her proper posture before leaving, but her colored cheeks betrayed her attempt.

⁂

When night fell Shadow Striker lay on her slab, legs bent and spread to reach her now exposed valve. She had been aching for free time to self-service. Decepticon duties needed attending to, but now with the Nemesis having arrived on Earth, she was afforded some time to herself.

She dragged the bulbous head of the vibrator wand up and down her nethermost lips. Did Slipstream touch herself often? She must be just as busy, being focused on managing and leading the Seekers, but she made no indication of being busy tonight. Before recharging they were going to enjoy themselves, together but separate.

She turned her vibrator on, adjusted it accordingly, and pressed Slipstream’s on with the remote in her hand. Small and nestled beside her node, Slipstream’s vibrator would be felt rather intensely on the higher settings. Shadow Striker would be ignorant of when she overloads, and she would remain ignorant while overstimulating her poor sensitive node. If Slipstream was a good subordinate, she’d endure it for her superior.

Shadow Striker needed desperately to whisper her sweet nothings. She rubbed the head of the wand up and down between her lips, smearing her arousal on it. She pressed it against her node and lightly ground against it, careful to put most of the movement in her hips than her wrist.

Slipstream always tried to put on her best face around others, especially her superiors. Shadow Striker, possessed of little patience, could not wait to see her professionalism slip away as done by her hands up close and personal. Until tomorrow, she would have to make do with just imagining how Slipstream felt experiencing the small vibrator underneath her panel right now.

She most likely stimulated herself manually rather than with toys when self-servicing and, given her lack of recognizing the toy, she was likely unprepared for this experience. Shadow Striker turned both of their toys two levels up. On both, there were ten total levels of vibration.

Shadow Striker leaned her head back and grinned, rubbing her node against the vibrator’s head. Slipstream would look so pretty sprawled out on her slab, overcome with blush and embarrassment, with her thighs apart and her fingers spreading herself. Shadow Striker wanted to see her squirm under the intensity of the vibrator.

She increased their vibrators a level. She rocked eagerly into hers, moaning softly. Maybe Slipstream would look at her with those big wide eyes as she pleasured her superior. It would be an unbelievable sight to her, would it not?

Fuck, she needed her here so bad. Her face was burning.

“S-sir!” a voice crackled over her personal communication.

“Slipstream?” Shadow Striker was caught off guard hearing her voice so suddenly.

She could hear little moans on the other end of the line.

“So you did do as I told you to. You’re not contacting me because it’s too much for you, right?”

“N-no, sir!” she was quick to reply. So obedient.

“How does it feel?” Shadow Striker increased the level.

“Overwhelming.” It came across as a whimper.

“Have you overloaded yet?”

“Yes.”

Already? She must have been so excited to put Shadow Striker’s vibrator in. “Stay on, I want to hear you overload again.” She increased the level on their vibrators two times.

Having not anticipated this, she whimpered a bit, maybe she even adjusted her hips to try to make it more bearable, before she was able to reply properly. “W-will do.”The softness in her strained voice made Shadow Striker wonder if she slept in her own personal quarters or with her subordinates.

“Your panel’s closed, correct?”

“Mhm,” Slipstream replied. Such resilience she possessed to not open up and remove the vibrator.

Shadow Striker increased the level on their vibrators again.

Slipstream gasped, “Shadow St-Striker!”

“Louder,” Shadow Striker hissed, eagerly grinding herself faster against the hot vibrator, “I want to hear you better.”

Slipstream whined, producing wordless and pathetic gasping sounds that made Shadow Striker burn so hot. She increased Slipstream’s vibrator to its maximum level. Her vocalizations got louder, helplessly moaning straight into Shadow Striker’s audio receptors.

“Yes! Just like that!”

“It’s s-so much, I—” Slipstream struggled to talk, voice trailing off into whimpering and moaning. “I’m going to—.”

“Overload for me.” Shadow Striker was approaching it herself, spurred on by Slipstream’s erotic noises.

In her position, Slipstream would have overloaded with or without being commanded to. In Shadow Striker’s audio receptors she was loud, struggling to quiet herself as she climaxed hard. The small vibrator was absolutely obliterating her poor little sensitive node.

Shadow Striker overloaded too, excited by how noisy Slipstream was being. With some discipline and training, Slipstream would become a perfect submissive for her superior. The way she took overstimulation was so irresistibly hot.

“You did good,” Shadow Striker cooed into Slipstream’s audio receptors. She turned off their vibrators, allowing them to bask in the afterglow.

“Th-thank you, sir.” Slipstream sounded wonderfully exhausted. “If… if it’s not too much of a bother, could I sleep with you tonight?”

“That’s not necessary,” was Shadow Striker’s reply. “Come see me tomorrow in private.”

Shadow Striker ended the transmission there. She relaxed on her slab, enjoying the warm, pleasant feelings that followed overload. Not only did they overload simultaneously, but Slipstream confirmed her interest in her. Recharge came to her blissfully.

⁂

As it turned out, they were both inundated with Decepticon missions the next day. Several times throughout any time spent in the same vicinity of each other, Shadow Striker caught Slipstream’s lingering glances. She must have been unable to stop herself from thinking about last night, not to mention their upcoming rendezvous. Shadow Striker was just as guilty of this, truthfully. She longed to have the beautiful Slipstream under her touch.

When Shadow Striker was finally free from her obligations, she invited Slipstream to a specific office on the Nemesis via communications. Before sending that invitation, she was sure to have prepared toys for their use, and stored them underneath the desk she sat behind.

Soon, Slipstream arrived. When she entered, her eyes flickered about the room, as though surprised it was an office. Perhaps she had envisaged a different kind of meeting place.

Shadow Striker pressed a button on the remote held in her hand.

“Shadow Striker!” Slipstream squawked in surprise, jerking her head in her direction. She hit the door’s panel to shut and lock behind her. Despite her being surprised with pleasure like this, she had taken preemptive action to not allow any bot to come across them. It was the kind of primordial thoughtfulness a leader possessed, as opposed to her thoughtless underlings.

Being of high rank, Shadow Striker could appreciate such a quality in her that others neglected.

“Come here, Slipstream,” she spread her arms out in front of herself receptively, but not before bumping the vibrator up three levels. Maybe the muffling tech was a hindrance here. She would have liked to hear the low buzzing underneath her interface panel.

Awkwardly, Slipstream made her way to the desk that divided them. Shadow Striker leaned over and grabbed her face, urging her to climb onto the desk. She complied wordlessly, tossing her leg onto the desk and crawling on her hands and knees towards Shadow Striker. The intensity of her vibrator increased.

“Sh-Shadow Striker,” Slipstream whimpered, looking at her with that irresistible flushed face.

Shadow Striker smirked, enjoying how hot her face had gotten in so little time. “Don’t be so familiar, Slipstream,” she squeezed her cheeks with a hand. “I know you have better manners than that. Call me sir, you’re my subordinate.”

“Aren’t we—” Slipstream began but was interrupted by the vibrator being turned to its maximum level. “Y-yes, sir!” the arms she used to hold herself up slackened as pleasure threatened to overcome her.

“So obedient,” Shadow Striker stroked the side of her face as she leaned in to it, “I like that about you. You know your place.”

But before Slipstream could overload, the vibrator was turned off. She opened her mouth as if about to protest this, but then Shadow Striker spoke.

“Let’s change things up. Sit on the edge and present yourself to me.”

“Present myself? Like…” She seemed surprised, or maybe she felt sheepish again.

“Yes. I want to see your pretty pussy,” Shadow Striker replied. “Not just look at it, but feel you up close and personal for myself. I know you’ve got to be dripping wet.” This she knew had to be the effect she had on Slipstream. So eager to comply and be touched, appreciated. That’s what Slipstream enjoyed.

She sat down on the edge of the desk and spread her legs. Shadow Striker’s hands felt along her dark purple thighs with excited anticipation. Slipstream’s panel transformed away, revealing her valve that was glistening with lubricant. Just as she thought.

“Like what you see, sir?” Again she sought approval.

“I do.” Shadow Striker removed the small vibrator and set it aside. With her thumbs she spread Slipstream’s lips, committed the sight to memory, and buried her face into those delicious lips and ate her out.

“Ah!” Slipstream clutched onto Shadow Striker’s head.

She rolled her desperate node with her tongue, vicious in its eager lapping. Slipstream moaned, arching back as she figured out a comfortable position for herself. It had been too long since Shadow Striker had the opportunity to do this with someone. She peered up at Slipstream’s face and saw that she was blushing madly looking down at her. The hands on her helm were hot too.

Shadow Striker drew back and sat up, licking lubricant off her lips. “Pretty, indeed.”

She looked a little disappointed at her stopping, but made no indication of such in her tone. “Thank you, sir.” Slipstream laid her head into Shadow Striker’s hands that cupped her face, stroking her cheeks with her thumb. Her face was still hot as ever to the touch. Perhaps no bot had ever held her like this. “I was close,” she gripped the ledge of the desk with either hand, “Could you…”

Shadow Striker’s attention broke away from her as she ducked under the desk, grabbing one of the toys from the box she had brought. When she sat up again, on her thigh was strapped a pad with ridges, bumps, and other such raised textures along its length.

She squirted lubricant from a bottle onto the pad and with her free hand slathered it across it and into its crevices. “Yeah. Come here,” she looked up at her. “Grind on this.”

Slipstream quickly came upon her, straddling her thigh and grinding against the pad as instructed. With her face so close to Shadow Striker’s, she couldn’t resist herself from leaning in for a kiss. Shadow Striker grabbed her helm and mashed their lips together. Slipstream grabbed onto her shoulders for support. She was so hot! Shadow Striker wanted to keep her like this forever to enjoy her warmth as they melted together.

She slid her asymmetrical hands down her body, eagerly familiarizing herself with it. Then her hands ghosted along the underside of her wings, careful to slowly drag her fingers across her slats. It won a shudder from her accompanied by her moaning into Shadow Striker’s mouth.

Was it possible to overload without her valve being touched? Slipstream just might make it reality with the effect she had on her.

Shadow Striker parted from her mouth and slid her lips from her mouth to her cheek. “Such a good subordinate,” she purred as she stroked her wings.

Slipstream blissfully leaned in to her tender touches, resting her head against Shadow Striker’s hood. “Thank you, sir.” Even her gratitude was so damn cute, gripping and ensnaring Shadow Striker’s cold spark as she gazed into her eyes.

Slipstream’s hips rocked back and forth to grind against the textured toy on her thigh. Her node rolled against its ridges and bumps, eagerly exploring and taking the pleasure offered by her superior. Shadow Striker resumed their kiss, grabbing at her rear.

Slipstream moaned into her mouth again, which made Shadow Striker feel so hot and fuzzy. Her subordinate must also feel this way, so eagerly leaning into her.

Slipstream broke away from the kiss, nose dragging down Shadow Striker’s cheek, “I’m close.”

“Do it. Be good for me and overload like this.”

“Yes, sir,” Slipstream replied, laying her head upon her hood once again.

Her hips increased the speed of their rocking, chasing that precious overload. “Oh!” she moaned, pleasure rocketing through her systems in waves with her rhythmic grinding.

“Just like that,” Shadow Striker stroked down her back.

Slipstream swore softly between her moaning. Her head was turned away so she couldn’t see her mouth, but it felt like she was drooling on her hood. Her hips rocked back and forth at an excited pace as overload overtook her systems. Each motion was audibly slick from her obscenely lubricated valve. The little and big sounds that came from her made Shadow Striker’s tank flutter. Her hips gradually slowed before finally coming to a stop.

Shadow Striker lifted Slipstream’s head to look at her. She was gone, taken out by utter bliss. Shadow Striker stroked her bottom lip with her thumb then slid it in. It entered with ease and slid over her tongue. Without having to be told, she sucked gently. They remained like this for some moments more until Slipstream lifted herself up and looked at her.

“Not that I’m… complaining, but what’s with that insistence?” Slipstream asked.

“What insistence?”

“I am your subordinate, but… why bring it up here? Aren’t we too intimate for that?”

“It doesn’t conflict,” Shadow Striker lifted her chin with an index, “You’re my gorgeous subordinate. Mine.”

“Yours,” Slipstream replied back, as if testing the concept out on her lips. She seemed thoughtful as she glanced down. And when she looked back up at her, her eyes shone with understanding.

“My pretty jet,” Shadow Striker stroked the back of her helm. It looked as though Slipstream was about to melt back in to her embrace, but Shadow Striker had more activities in mind. “We’re not done just yet. Lie back on the desk.”

Slipstream perked up and got to her feet. This offered a good view of her valve and the string of lubricant that connected her and the toy. While she positioned herself on the desk, Shadow Striker put the grinder away and retrieved a different toy.

The vibrator wand buzzed to life in her grasp. She got on to the desk and crawled atop Slipstream.

“Wait,” Slipstream braced her hands on Shadow Striker’s shoulders. “Can’t I touch you? I mean, you’ve been doing all this stuff to me. And I like it, but I want to touch you too.”

Somehow, in all of her excitement, she had been so fixated on Slipstream that she had forgotten her own arousal that needed stroking. She pet her cheek, “An astute observation, you’re right. Stay there, I’ll sit on your face and you can eat me out.”

Slipstream’s face flushed, watching Shadow Striker place her feet on either side of her head and squat down with her closed panel hovering above her face.

“Here, take this and use it on yourself,” Shadow Striker gave the vibrator to her. She opened her panel above her face, watching her red eyes widen. “Like what you see?”

“Yes, sir.” Slipstream ran a hand down Shadow Striker’s thigh as her wet valve lowered to press against her drooling mouth.

She immediately got to work putting her tongue to good use between Shadow Striker’s lips. Her tongue repeatedly flitted across her node, sending sweet pleasure to her systems. Shadow Striker moaned and encouraged her to continue. Slipstream pressed the head of the vibrating wand to her own node.

“Yeah, like that,” Shadow Striker moaned, lightly bouncing her hips. “Good...”

Slipstream’s mouth was hot on her lips and node. Shadow Striker felt the heat and arousal intensely now, having already gotten Slipstream off by her grinding on her thigh and their kissing.

“Keep going,” Shadow Striker’s voice was airy, “You’ll make your superior very happy.”

Slipstream moaned against her valve, relishing in how she tasted. So very privileged was she to serve her superior so intimately like this. Shadow Striker swore, feeling the way her charge was about to peak. Slipstream rhythmically rocked her hips against the vibrator, likely close herself.

Slipstream’s devoted tongue did her in. Shadow Striker threw her head back and moaned as charge surged through her systems in an overload. She treasured Slipstream’s pretty face and frame in her mind as pleasure overcame her in waves.

“Sir,” Slipstream’s voice brought her back to fact, “C-can I overload?”

A smirk curled on Shadow Striker’s face as she lifted herself up to look down at her. “I don’t know, maybe ask me more nicely?”

“Please, sir,” Slipstream begged.

Begging! How good she sounded lowering herself to that.

“I’m close,” Slipstream added, and she sounded the part. “Sir, please let me overload.”

“I don’t think you sound desperate enough for that. How do I know you really want to?”

“Please, sir!” she tried again, emphasizing in a way that little became someone of her rank.

Yes, just like that! “Really?”

“Sir!” Slipstream whined. The pitifulness expressed in her cadence made Shadow Striker throb.

“Give me that.” Unable to resist herself, she snatched the vibrator from her hand and pressed its head to her own node to pleasure herself. Slipstream’s continued whining only stoked Shadow Striker’s arousal, allowing overload to crash her systems once more. Bliss overtook her as she listened to Slipstream’s noises.

“Shadow Striker, where are you?” a synthesized voice sounded over her communications.

She lifted a hand to the side of her head to reply. Her other hand moved the vibrator to Slipstream’s desperate node. “What is it?”

Slipstream desperately rocked her hips against the vibrator. “Sir, please, may I overload?” she whimpered. She was too single-minded in this moment on chasing pleasure to remark on Shadow Striker answering a communication during this.

Shadow Striker lifted her hand away from her head briefly to reply to her, “You may.”

“Th-thank you, sir!” Slipstream said. She broke off into moaning as sweet pleasure swept over her systems and took her into overload.

The synthesized voice continued, “You’re needed here. There’s a band of Autobots, and Bumblebee is among them.”

Shadow Striker sprung up, “Send me the location now.” She closed her panel, left Slipstream with the vibrator, and grabbed her blaster. He forwarded the location to her. “I’m on my way there now.”

“Huh? Wait—!” was what Slipstream started to say before the office’s door shut behind Shadow Striker as she darted out and transformed.

⁂

Yesterday Shadow Striker had been too busy dealing with Autobots to get back to Slipstream after she was summoned. Today she had also been rather busy, but she knew where Slipstream was. And that she would be alone until a group of the Seekers returned to the Nemesis.

With a lull in Autobot activity, Shadow Striker was able to sneak over to Slipstream and spend a little bit of time with her. She was not only in the hangar but also in one of the Decepticon shuttles that sat within.

Slipstream was too focused on whatever she was doing to notice that Shadow Striker had crept inside the shuttle. Its door had been left open, as if inviting anyone inside.

“Slipstream,” Shadow Striker clasped her shoulders from behind.

She gasped, whipping her head around to look at her with her big red eyes. “S-sir!”

Shadow Striker chuckled at her being startled, rubbing her shoulders. “I have some time to spare. And it’ll be a while before those dolts return,” she ran her hands across Slipstream’s chest then lazily spun her fans. “Open your panel,” she purred into her audio receptors.

Slipstream shuddered, heating up under Shadow Striker’s touch. “But the shuttle’s hatch…”

“I’ll be in and out,” Shadow Striker assured her, slowly trailing her hands down to her waist. “No bot will even notice.” The seductive effect she had on Slipstream somehow even excited herself. When Slipstream opened her panel, she kissed the side of her neck. “Excellent.”

She retrieved something from subspace then reached around Slipstream to rub it along her wet lips.

“What is that, sir?” Slipstream asked, looking down.

“You’ll see. Here, lay down on that chair and lift your legs apart,” Shadow Striker instructed her. And when she did so, Shadow Striker brought the Ben Wa balls to her slick exposed valve and rubbed the first ball against her node.

Slipstream watched, face flushed. Shadow Striker could not resist tasting her a little before she proceeded any further. She lapped at her juicy, wet valve and took care to attend to her little node, savored her moans, then went up to dive into her mouth. Slipstream desperately pulled her in, wrapping her arms around her.

While kissing her, letting her taste herself, Shadow Striker moved to actually insert the Ben Wa balls into her own wet valve instead of Slipstream’s. One ball followed by the other, leaving only its string slightly jutting out from between her lips. She kissed along Slipstream’s jawline and played with her fans.

If she was not bound by time, she would have remained like this with her for quite some time. She hooked her finger into the loop that attached to the Ben Wa balls and slowly pulled the two balls out. One, then the last.

“Now,” Shadow Striker lifted herself away to get a better and fuller view of Slipstream, “I’ll put this in you and then take it out when I see you next.”

She rubbed the balls glistening with her own lubricant against Slipstream’s also wet valve. She slowly pressed the first ball into her, and she eagerly took it in. Then she pressed the other ball into her, driving the first ball deeper until only the string peeked out from between her lips.

“Oh!” Slipstream moaned while watching Shadow Striker feed the balls into her valve.

Shadow Striker stroked her cheek, “Actually, I have a little more time if you’ll be fast. Do you have your vibrator?”

“Yes,” she said, producing it from subspace.

Shadow Striker took it and nestled it to Slipstream’s node. “So thoughtful to have it on your person. Now close your panel.”

“Yes, sir.” She complied, watching Shadow Striker. Her face was overcome with blush, still unused to this intimacy, and it felt pleasantly hot under Shadow Striker’s touch.

Shadow Striker took out that vibrator’s remote from subspace and immediately turned it to its maximum level.

“Ah! Sir!” came Slipstream’s urgent voice.

But Shadow Striker would offer her no succor, instead preferring to relish in her struggling. “You can endure,” she purred, hand trailing down her torso, “I know you can.”

“Yes, sir,” Slipstream whimpered between her moaning. She desperately rocked her hips, but sometimes she would erratically jolt if the vibrator felt too intensely against her node. Her voice got louder as overload approached, struggling to withstand the intensity of the vibrator. “Sir!” she whined desperately, and Shadow Striker only pet her cheek, smirking.

Overload crashed through her systems and she was whining and moaning as the intensity of it cascaded over her, “Oh!” Her valve clenched and throbbed around the two balls within her.

Such a wonderful display. Shadow Striker turned her vibrator off then kissed her cheek. “I’ve got to get back. Keep the toys in, I’ll play with you tonight.”

“Okay,” was Slipstream’s exhausted response. She lay there worn out.

Shadow Striker cleaned up, making herself presentable, then departed from the shuttle.

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That night Shadow Striker lay on her recharging slab, legs spread with her vibrator wand pressed against her node. Slipstream, her wonderful submissive, came easily to her mind. She must have returned from her mission by now. Both of them had been much busier than anticipated, which was rather annoying. It meant less time to play.

She produced the remote to Slipstream’s vibrator from subspace. She could imagine her tired from her long day fighting Autobots, Shadow Striker knew she sure was. Slipstream must be thinking of her too, fitted with toys from her superior that served as a constant reminder of her submission.

Shadow Striker rocked her hips into the buzzing vibrator, chasing overload. Slipstream was such an obedient subordinate, and it was a delight to have her. She upped the levels some more. Next time they play, Shadow Striker ought to do something special with her.

She could feel the charge steadily building up within herself. She upped the level on Slipstream’s vibrator to maximum. She savored the memory of pressing herself into her pretty face and feeling every stroke of her tongue on her node and lips. They would overload simultaneously tonight.

Shadow Striker moaned softly, feeling herself about to tip over. She turned her own vibrator’s level up. “Oh!” she jerked her hips, overload suddenly hitting her and she arched her back.

Her communications crackled to life, sending static into her audio receptors. She wondered if it was Slipstream, but it fizzled out just as soon as it came.

She turned Slipstream’s vibrator off and then her own and lay there relishing in the afterglow.

⁂

As luck would have it, they had time to spare the following day. This time Shadow Striker decided to summon Slipstream to her personal quarters.

Soon she appeared in the doorway, slipping inside and closing the door behind her. But she lingered by it, holding her hands behind herself.

“What?” Shadow Striker prompted, sitting on her slab. Was something amiss?

“Nothing, sir,” she said, correcting her form. Her gaze settled onto Shadow Striker. “What are we doing today?”

Shadow Striker got to her feet. “What we didn’t the other day. Lie down here and spread your legs.”

Slipstream slid onto the slab, positioning her legs as instructed. Shadow Striker crawled onto the slab from the foot until her hands rested on Slipstream’s thighs. She kissed where her thigh and hip met at the joint, stroking her other thigh, then licked along her shut panel. Slipstream shuddered at the affection and relaxed underneath it when Shadow Striker started to kiss her abdomen.

She lifted herself up to look at her. “Still have everything in?”

“Of course, sir,” Slipstream said.

Shadow Striker grinned. “So obedient! You’re a very good subordinate. Now, open up.”

Her panel transformed aside and Shadow Striker bent down to lap at her node while her hands felt along her dark purple thighs. Slipstream moaned softly under her. Her tongue slid along Slipstream’s lips then dipped a little into her valve, touching the string of the Ben Wa balls.

She drew back and took out the remote to Slipstream’s vibrator from subspace.

Slipstream saw it in her hand. “Um, sir. Yesterday when you activated the vibrator,” she looked off to the side, “I wasn’t at base.” Her cheeks were burning.

“You were out still?”

“Y-yes.” Slipstream covered her face with her hands, “I was out fighting Windblade, my nemesis. I had knocked her sword aside so we were fighting up close. And… at one point she had me pinned, and…”

Shadow Striker had heard enough to piece the point together. “You overloaded underneath an Autobot?!”

“Don’t say it like that!” Slipstream hissed, uncovering her face that was overcome with embarrassment to reveal her furrowed brows. “I’d never—I wouldn’t—!”

“Stop that. I don’t need to hear you explain,” Shadow Striker raised her index finger. “Instead of getting worked up over it, you can just affirm your loyalty to me.” She crawled on top of Slipstream, who lay back down underneath her.

“My loyalty?” Slipstream repeated, looking up at her.

Shadow Striker cupped her face with a hand. “We can expunge that dirty little crush you have on the Autobot.”

Slipstream’s red eyes widened. “Sir, I’m a loyal Decepticon!” She wrapped her arms around her.

Shadow Striker smirked and pet her cheek, “I’m just teasing, Slipstream.” The panic Slipstream expressed made her throb underneath her panel, endeared by how much of a reaction it provoked in her. “I know you’re a loyal Decepticon.” She bent down and kissed her, still rubbing her cheek.

When Shadow Striker pulled away, Slipstream asked, “Could you just eat me out? Instead of using the vibrator, I mean. I like your mouth on me.”

“You flatter me.” Shadow Striker grinned then resumed her position between Slipstream’s thighs. She grabbed the small bullet vibrator then laid it off to the side on the slab, “My subordinate’s been so well behaved. I think she deserves to be indulged.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” Slipstream stammered when Shadow Striker’s hot mouth descended onto her and began kissing her nethermost lips.

Her tongue slid across the ridges of her valve then dipped inside her, eagerly tasting her. She dragged her hands along her dark purple thighs then held her hips when she buried her face between her legs. She lapped at Slipstream’s node, making her arch her back and moan softly.

Slipstream’s hands found Shadow Striker’s helm to grip on to as she continued devouring her. “S-sir!” she moaned.

“That’s right, moan for your gracious superior.” Shadow Striker grinned up at her then dove back down, earning more moans from her.

Soon, Slipstream was properly clutching Shadow Striker’s helm as her attentive tongue sent her into overload. The sweet sounds of her ecstasy bounced off the walls of the small room. With the Ben Wa balls still inside her, her valve must be clenching around them. She then slumped with released tension as she lingered in the afterglow.

Shadow Striker hooked her finger around the loop of the Ben Wa balls and gradually pulled them out of her.

“Ohh…” Slipstream moaned softly.

One ball slowly peeked out of her valve until it popped out then the last ball did the same, both wet and shiny from her lubricant and arousal.

Shadow Striker pulled herself up and looked down at her. “Since you like my lips on you so much, you’ll enjoy this. Swap positions with me.”

Still in her fuzzy daze, Slipstream was a little slow at following this instruction, but she complied. Now Shadow Striker was lying down on the slab and Slipstream was holding herself above her.

Shadow Striker pulled her knees to her chest and brought her hands to her opening panel and spread her valve lips. She looked up at Slipstream, who wore a light blush on her face as she leaned back to get a good look at her superior’s exposed valve. “Like what you see? Good. Put your valve on mine and grind.”

“Yes, sir.” Slipstream positioned herself onto Shadow Striker, sliding their valves along each other.

Both of them were so wet, Slipstream especially, thanks to her overloading. Warm, too. She held onto Shadow Striker’s aloft legs and started to gently grind her valve against hers. Each rock was audibly slick, which stoked Shadow Striker’s arousal.

“Yes, exactly like that!” Shadow Striker laid her head back and grinned. “Serve your superior.”

Slipstream continued, earning soft moans from her as their nodes kissed and nuzzled with every stroke. “Sir,” she whined against her, leaning lower to her face.

“Keep at it,” Shadow Striker instructed, reaching out to drag her fingers along the slats of her wings.

“Oh,” Slipstream leaned into her touch and moaned, speeding up.

Shadow Striker swore harshly and moaned against her as she brought her nose to her cheek.

Slipstream continued to roll her valve along Shadow Striker’s, and when their lips briefly parted there were strings of lubricant connecting them. It didn’t take Shadow Striker much longer to be sent into overload. Her subordinate moaned into her audio receptors, spurring her on, as they both rode the waves of overload.

When they regained themselves, Slipstream had opted to lie beside her on the slab, facing her. “Sir,” she said, as Shadow Striker sat up on the edge of the slab, “do you think that we could maybe bathe together? I’d wash you.”

Shadow Striker looked over her shoulder at her. “Huh? I’m capable of washing myself, Slipstream.”

Slipstream maneuvered herself to sit on the edge of the slab beside her. “Of course, sir. I meant like as bonding.”

“Bonding?” Shadow Striker scoffed. “You’re my subordinate. That’s not what you and I do.”

Slipstream looked off to the side for a moment. “Okay. I’m going to go recharge now,” she got to her feet and started for the door.

“Wait.” Shadow Striker’s voice stopped Slipstream in her tracks.

“Yes?” She turned around.

“You forgot this,” Shadow Striker held out her fist. In Slipstream’s open palm she dropped the small vibrator.

She looked down at it, then closed her fist around it. “Thanks.”

⁂

Shadow Striker studied her for a moment in disbelief. “What?”

Surely she had just misheard Slipstream. There was no way she would say such a thing, right?

“I’ve come to the realization that we want different things, sir.”

Yet here Slipstream was with those words coming out of her mouth. She extended her hand and dropped the small vibrator in to Shadow Striker’s palm. They were not somewhere private, standing out here on the bridge, or even by themselves, so she quickly closed her hand around it.

“So I’m ending it here.”

Shadow Striker crossed her arms. “Well, I’m not going to beg for you to stay with me. I wouldn’t lower myself like that for some subordinate’s attention.”

It was ridiculous to imagine her subordinate, her beautiful subordinate, walking out on her! But it was reality and she was turning away to leave now.

“Don’t think I’ll forget what you shared with me about the Autobot,” Shadow Striker hissed after her.

Slipstream looked over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes at her, then disappeared from the bridge.

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