Blue and Azule meet Ratchet
Blue and his brother were following the the strong scent of their prey, when the the sound of angry grunting had diverted the raptors attention from the hunt, and began stalking silently towards the source of the noise.
"GOD FRAGGING DAMMIT!!! of all the the places to sent to find Energon, it had to be a primus forsaken jungle" bellowed the Autobot CMO as he flipped open his wrist scanner to try and see just where the frag he was.
The sight of bipedal metal beings were nothing new the the two saurians, but this one was different, and his very presence made Blue uneasy.
A growling hiss came from the bushes ahead, as two very large raptors emerged and began closing in on the seemingly unsuspecting medic.
The raptors figured that this strange thing would make easy prey, but Ratchet's audio sensors had detected them, and he inched his servo towards the whip that was coiled on the makeshift table that he had set up.
The medic quickly whirled around and swung the whip over his helm, before snapping it at them, causing the two saurians to try and change their attack pattern, but Ratchet's optical sensors predicted where they would attack next.
Blue and Azule watched from a patch of tall grass, as the metal being kept them at bay, almost as if he could predict where they would be, and snapped the whip in those exact spots.
Whoever this Cybertronian was, he was much more skilled at using a whip than Shockwave or Barricade had been, seeing as he sent them running with a few effortless snaps of the whip.
"Fragging raptors!" exclaimed the grumpy mech with a huff.
"BROTHER! this one is not to be taken lightly" barked Blue to the other raptor.
Ratchet bit back a whimper as he felt moisture around his crotch and dipped his helm to see what it was. The CMO let out a groan of disbelief as his waste tanks were nearing critical levels and his sensors were telling him to void his tank.
In other words, Ratchet needed to take a piss.
"OH FOR SPARKS SAKE!" whined the medic angrily, before the panel on his codpiece retracted and his spike flopped out, before rising to full hardness without even being touched.
Ratchet let out a grunt, before a stream of piss began flowing from his spike, the sound of someone urinating had drawn Blue and Azule over to the autobot and approached him and craned their heads up towards the mech's spike and began sniffing.
The medic's optics were dimmed as he pissed, but the presence of the two raptors had caused the autobot's optical sensors to come back online, just in time to see them about to lick his spike.
Ratchet remained still and allowed the beasts to service him, a long drawn out moan left the medic's mouth as the raptors tongues made contact with his his spike.
Blue lapped at the stream of piss that flowed from the tip of the medic's spike, while Azule worked the base of Ratchet's shaft, the autobot was in absolute heaven as the raptors licked and worshiped his spike.
The autobot medic was overcome with pleasure, that he didn't realize when he stopped urinating, never in a million years did he think that he would be standing here on a dinosaur infested Island getting his serviced by two organics.
"Ohhhhhh...P-primus....right there!" exclaimed Ratchet as his the most sensitive part of his spike was licked, before it twitched and ropes of ejaculate exploded into the air, the medic being knocked backwards and fell flat on his aft by the fore of the overload.
"P-primus...I needed that!" said the medic shakily, to tired to push the raptors away when they began cleaning the autobot's softening spike, gently rubbing their heads as if they were cyberhounds.
Ratchet let the raptors clean his spike, before it went back into his codpiece, the panel closing with a slight metallic clink.
Ratchet was in such a hurry to leave when he had first arrived on the Island, but his encounter with the locals had changed his mind, the medic headed off to explore in one direction while Blue and Azule went in the other.
Several days later after encountering the autobot medic, Blue and his brother were out hunting once again, when the familiar sound of whip cracks and screeching had once again filled the air.
Blue and Azule took off like a shot, following the sound until they came to a clearing, where the autobot medic stood with his codpiece down around his knee joints, while he cracked his whip.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! when I tell you to lick my spike, you fragging lick my spike" yelled Ratchet.
"Lets try this again" said the autobot with a much softer tone.
"LICK DADDY!" exclaimed Ratchet.
The CMO sank to knees, allowing the group to pleasure him, some of the raptors licked his spike while others were bathing his plump aft.
Just as the grumpy old bot was getting tended to by his pets, a voice sounded over his comm channel.
"OH FOR THE-" began the medic, "I'm a little bust right now Bee," yelled the medic after hearing Bumblebee's frantic voice.
"Fraggin kid, can't give an old bot a moments peace" said Ratchet bitterly.
The old medic was seated on the ground, a pleased smile on his face as he held the heads of the raptors that were licking him, unaware that Blue and Azule were watching him from the bushes.
The raptor brothers heard the medic give a choked yell, eyes following as a jet of ejaculate shot upwards, arching in the air, before coming back down and landing on the head of his startled packmate.
Once the autobot had his overload, Ratchet saw that one of the younger raptors had a very erect penis, and quickly got him on his back, before engulfing the entire shaft and gently bobbed his helm up and down.
The young raptor gave a startled chirp, when Ratchet lapped his massive glossa across the head of his sensitive penis, before a blast of salty dino cum shot down the autobot's throat.
Ratchet gently pulled his mouth off the now soft shaft, before planting a grandfatherly kiss on the young raptors head, smiling at how quickly the youngster came, and then got to his feet.
Ratchet contacted headquarters on his comm system, waiting a few moments, before a groundbridge opened up and took one last look at his newly trained pets, before entering the portal.
Ratchet was looking forward to seeing his young human friend again, even if it meant having to endure the antics of the boy's guardian, the medic went over to the base computer and activated a program.
"Computer!" stated the medic, before A.I came online.
"Hello Ratchet, how may I help you today?" asked the computers masculine sounding voice.
"Begin a search for everything relating to spanking" said the medic with a hint of arousal in his voice.
"Human or Cybertronian?" asked the computer.
"Cybertronian please."
Soon a a list of websites came up, and Ratchet clicked on the fourth one down, once on the website, the aroused medic saw the search engine for the site that he was on and typed in what he wanted.
A few minutes later, Ratchet had freed his aching spike and began to slowly stroke it, as a video of a autobot cop spanking a cuffed decepticon began playing.
Ratchet did a double take as he realized that the police bot giving the spanking, was one that had spanked him once or twice back on Cybertron.
Ratchet furiously stroked his spike as the cop walloped the plating of the poor con's aft. "Yeah, spank that fragger's aft" moaned the medic as his spike becmae more and more swollen with each stroke.
Ratchet was sure that the autobot looked familiar, turned out that the cop happened to be Kup, a mech who was old as frag and could still fight with ease, despite his age.
Ratchet yelled as he overloaded, ropes and ropes of ejaculate shooting out and falling beck to the floor, venting hard after such a powerful climax.
Ratchet grunted when he saw that the video was not even at the ten minute mark, Kup was to much of hot old geezer bot for the medic to handle, the medic copied the video and sent it to Ironhide.
Spanking was not as common on Cybertron as one might think, and those that did use it or have a fetish for it, were usually older mechs, like Kup, Ironhide, and of course himself.
Ironhide always did enjoy a good spanking, and the video that was just sent to him, was just what the doctor ordered, assuming of course that the rusty old slagger could still get it up.