#….I just thought I probably would need to make Deadlock flying alt mode so he’s not completely useless in space and sky

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…..I should be working rn but one of the songs in my playlist hit harder than usual so

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Turbofox Coding Has Its Blurses (Part 2)

It's a part 2, hoo boy! Straight into the valveplug here, since the stuff I added to part 1 disappeared.

Warnings: Valveplug. The usual deal. Also mentions of pregnancy possibly occurring because that's how this ended up going (bitty already has a name and alt mode)

Something something story below the cut

As Subiector thought, she was in for a long night. Springer changed her position from on his thigh to on the berth, legs spread and valve still leaking.

Springer chuckled, "To think that you shot me once in alt mode, making me unable to use my flying mode for some time, and now we're interfacing. Who would've thunk it?"

The words that went out of his voicebox made Subiector cringe. She remembers that incident from a few million years back, when she had to use the sharpshooter skills she learned from Deadlock (now Drift) and the sniper skills she learned from other Decepticons. She never tried to purposefully hit a lethal spot, only neutralizing any threats.

Springer was in his flying mode when she shot him down. He likely knew it was her since she was discovered by Whirl, who grabbed her by the tail when discovering it was her. Subiector barely escaped him, but Springer ended up meeting her later anyway.

Subiector covered her face, "I swear to Primus Springer, if we ever end up with a sparkling we are not telling that story."

"Is that just your coding wanting you to carry or do you actually want a bitlet?" Springer proceeded to get a tail to the side of his face at his question.

"Sir! That's something that would be logistically difficult to raise while there's a war going on! Even if I can get the Predacons and Combaticons to agree to a truce, I-" Subiector winced as her heat intensified, the discussion of having sparklings making her frame shudder in anticipation. Dammit Subi, you did this to yourself.

Springer sighed, "Well, it's probably unlikely that you get sparked depending on how far we go. I can just eat out your valve until you're tired enough to recharge." Springer brought his face closer to Subi's valve, "Ready?"

Nodding, Subiector spread her legs in preparation for Springer eating out her valve. Placing a kiss on her anterior node, Springer then began licking into her valve with his glossa. Optics half-lidded in concentration, Springer focused solely on Subi's valve. Glossa entering in and out of the valve canal, aiming points that made her legs and tail twitch.

It was something Subiector never experienced before, interfacing with anyone. If anyone asked her a year ago if she would interface with an Autobot Wrecker as her first, she would immediately decline. Oh, how the irony writes itself.

Already sensitive from her first overload, it didn't take long before she overloaded for the second time. The second one made her chassis heave in exhaustion, still not fully used to interfacing. After licking up all the transfluid, Springer looked up at her before sitting up.

"You seem tired, I'll clean you up. You're going to rest up now, that's an order." Springer winked at the medic, who responded with a pout.

"Petty." Subi glared at him as he started to clean the transfluid that was on the berth and his thigh.

"Say what you want, but even Drift told me that you need one." Springer leaned over to Subi, frame casting hers in shadow. "Unless you want me to spike you so hard that you won't be able to walk?"

If Subiector is anything other than a workaholic, she's inherently stubborn. His words spun her on to take the challenge, but was it just her heat making her do this? At this point, Subiector wanted her heat to be over, so she took on Springer's suggestion with one word, "Bet."

"Well then, don't blame me when you're stuck here for a few days." Springer's spike pressurized with a hiss, clearly he was getting pent up as well. The delicious sight made her valve producing fluid all over again, anticipating the penetration.

However, Springer didn't spike her yet. He used his digits to slowly prod her valve, likely to make sure she wouldn't yelp in pain when he actually spikes her.

Subiector was getting impatient, bucking her hips into his servo. Springer shook his head, leaning into her, "How impatient, guess I've checked enough, your valve should be relaxed enough to take my spike."

Gently, Springer pushed his spike into Subi's valve, looking back and forth between her valve and face to check for discomfort. Even as his spike fully sheathed into her, he always checked for any discomfort in Subiector.

"Feel good?" Springer asked, which Subiector responded to with pressing her helm to his and nuzzling his enstril with her own, putting a servo on his neck.

"Mmh, keep going." Subiector left a peck on his enstril, doing a small bounce on Springer's spike to rile him up. He smirked, beginning to slowly thrust into her.

Springer knew that Subi never interfaced until now. He's overheard conversations she had with others saying so. He had interfaced before, given the occasional Wrecker orgies that Subi would definitely shudder at the concept of. Because of that, Springer gave himself a duty of making sure that Subi's first was a damn good time.

As Springer's spike went in and out of Subi's valve, Subiector slowly got more feverish, nibbling on any part of Springer she could reach with her dentae. The bites started off soft, but as Subiector began humping into him the bites started getting harder in intensity.

Eventually, she overloaded onto Springer's spike, biting hard onto his shoulder as she did so. The combination of sensory inputs made Springer overload as well, transfluid painting Subi's valve and into her forge.

Just having someone overload into her forge shouldn't be enough to spark her, Subi thought to herself. In her post-overload haze, she lazily traced the bite mark she left on Springer. She no longer felt affected by her heat, only tired.

Springer cautiously pulled out his spike, lifting up Subiector's lower half to prevent any further transfluid spills. After her panel went back in place, Springer began cleaning up the transfluid that was on the berth.

"Are you alright? Feeling any pain?" Springer asked as he used the rag to clean the transfluid off Subiector. She shook her head, curling her tail around his arm.

"It felt good. I'm just tired." She replied, optics half-lidded. Subiector would've gone another round if she weren't so exhausted.

Subi placed her servos on Springer's face once he finished cleaning himself, bringing his face close to her own. "Can I kiss you before you go?"

Springer nodded, leaning into the kiss. It was a short kiss, only lasting a few seconds, but both enjoyed it.

After the kiss, Springer leaned her into the berth, giving her another on her purple finials. "Go recharge now, captain's orders. If you need my help again, contact me personally." He kissed her cheek before walking to the door, "Rest well."

It didn't take long for Subi to fall into recharge, as soon as the lights turned off she fell asleep.

Walking down the hallway past the habsuites, Springer noticed Perceptor approaching him. Perceptor stopped walking, looking at the Wrecker leader.

"What's with those bite marks on you? Got attacked by a turbofox?" Perceptor gestured to Springer's shoulder, bite marks still fresh. "Rest assured, there's no energon leaking."

Springer laughed, shaking his head, "Not like that. Apparently after that risky move she did with the Matrix a few months back, some of Subi's turbofox coding was restored and she went into heat. She was lucid, her heat still affected her."

"So you interfaced with Subiector?"

"I interfaced with Subiector. Don't worry, I made sure she consented before I did much to her." Springer added, "She ended up biting me after she overloaded a few times. But this isn't the place to talk about interfacing."

Perceptor scrunched his face in concern, "If Drift thinks you hurt his former charge, he might try to kill you. Also, I wanted to inform you that the scrambled spark signature Subiector has is due to several small sparks sharing space in her spark chamber. I was going to inform her, but I think I'll do that another time. Good night, sir."

Perceptor walked away, and Springer had a horrible realization. He fucked up, but he was ready for the consequences anyway.

What alt mode would the bitlet or bitlets have? Would one of them be a helicopter like his air mode? Would the bitlet be a helicopter ambulance capable of the same siren sounds of Subiector's mentor? Well, she can make those sounds, but it looks more like a scream with weewoo noises with it. Guess in due time it will be figured out.