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Injector, Sex Offender: A Clockwork Doorhinge

Copyright 1999 Injector <lart_larta@yahoo.com>

Warning, my lovelies, this is sexually explicit.
There's a little of the old in-and-out, and even a little of the old ultra-violence.
Read at your own risk and all that lovely rot, O my brothers. And this isn't finished yet, so it'll get updated eventually.

Top 10 Reasons Injector is the sexiest TF ever:

10. Airazor
9. Blackarachnia
8. Chromia
7. Firestar
6. Moonracer
5. Arcee
4. Elita One
3. Nightbird
2. Minerva
1. CAUSE PROWL FUCKING SAID SO, BITCH!

Injector buzzed through the halls of the Axalon, looking for something... Pussy. And there it was... Airazor. He fought the instinct to whistle in admiration. But he didn't just need pussy, no, he needed tits, too. He went exploring until he found Blackarachnia at a workstation, plugged into the computer and oblivious to the world around her. He transformed to his full size robot mode and from behind her, grabbed her right breast. She had time to gasp and turn to see Injector before the poison in his syringe-like injector numbed her body and stole control of it. Fifteen minutes later, Blackarachnia was safely bound and gagged, stowed away in Airazor's quarters. She was next. In his insect mode (and size) once more, he buzzed through the Axalon, until he found Airazor, making out with Tigatron. Injector scowled and swooped around, injecting toxins into Airazor's lover. Then he flew back behind the female and transformed, just as Tigatron collapsed against the bulkhead. Before she could react Injector had her hands tied behind her back and one of his hands clamped over her mouth, and the other in a fierce grip on her neck. He dragged her back to her own quarters this way, and shoved her to the floor, locking it behind him. Then, to make sure the lock stuck, he fired a shot into the lock, fusing it. That door wasn't opening again... it'd have to be cut through. Airazor was stunned from the fall, and thus didn't get up yet. While she laid there, Injector dragged Blackarachnia to the center of the room and forced her into a sitting position, and then tied her there using a chair and a ceiling fan. Just as Airazor was recovering, Injector walked up and injected a virus into her forehead, the equivalent of super-concentrated Spanish Fly. Instantly she found herself wet and astonishingly aroused. She ripped off the feathered chestplate that was hiding and forcing down her breasts, and then slipped out of her pelvic armor as well. The pheromones in the air were enough to set Injector off, if the sight of Airazor's exposed organs wasn't, but he forced himself to keep calm. "Must have both," he muttered. Airazor moved towards him as he stripped of his own pelvic armor, exposing his ready and willing interface. Airazor didn't hesitate and leapt up on it, licking down it's length several times before clamping her mouth on it and trying to suck it right off of Injector's body. This felt wonderful, but he had a better idea. He shoved Airazor onto the ground, and then kicked Blackarachnia's chair down, so she was facing the floor, with her legs forced open by the way she was tied. Injector push Airazor underneath Blackarachnia, and commanded her to start performing orally on the spider if she wanted him inside her. Airazor complied immediately, and Blackarachnia began quivering with a combination of disgust and lust. Injector then yanked Airazor's legs apart and forced his way inside. She wasn't ready to be entered just yet. She was wet, but not quite wet enough, aroused though she was. As Injector thrusted, the feeling was dry, not to the feeling of sandpaper by any means, but certainly not as smooth as it should be. Airazor cried out, but it wasn't clear if it was from pain or pleasure or if even both. She began licking Blackarachnia in time with Injector's thrusts. Injector reached out and began flapping her breasts around as he thrusted, which turned Airazor on even more. She looked away from Blackarachnia's dripping mechanism long enough to spy the spider's free-flopping breasts. Airazor grabbed them in time with a particularly deep thrust from Injector. Blackarachnia felt herself losing control as Airazor licked and grabbed her at once and went off, drenching Airazor's face with a deluge of sweet-smelling liquid. Airazor was getting fucked and felt up so well by Injector she seemed to have lost herself and went on mindlessly lapping away at Blackarachnia and squeezing her teasingly. Blackarachnia squirmed against her chair, riding the crest of her shameful pleasure, hating herself for every moan that escaped her lips. Airazor's own low, erratic moaning had even spurred Blackarachnia on. However, all the female moaning and the sight of Blackarachnia squirting all over Airazor sent Injector into overdrive, thrusting like a madman. His seed escaped, pouring in on Airazor. This triggered a blast of delirious pleasure in Airazor's brain, as her organs slapped insanely against Injector's interface, drawing out and enhancing his own release. Airazor's pained-sounding moans of joy suddenly got to Blackarachnia. She was hot all over again, and Airazor was still licking her, faster than before. With a sudden surge of strength, Blackarachnia's arms extending, snapping the cables binding them. Like a man dying of thirst given suddenly a fresh water spring, Blackarachnia shoved Injector backwards, off of Airazor. His interface was still pumping up and down and spouting his own special blend of fluid. She hopped on right then, the end of his crazed thrusting sending her over once more. As she soared along on her pleasure, she felt around for Airazor and found the other female's opened thighs. She began fingerfucking Airazor as fast as possible, while her own genitals thrashed wildly about Injector's nearly spent interface. Just when Blackarachnia and Injector were done, Airazor found herself erupting again from the other female's prodding. For a long time they all lay there in the mess they'd made. Eventually they all recovered, and to Injector's amazement and delight, they wanted to try again. This time, however, he was going to be in the middle with Airazor's crotch tended by his mouth, and Blackarachnia's tended by his interface. Just as they got started, there was an explosion, as someone began attacking the door. Knowing they only had moments to spare, the trio rushed the process, forcing the loudest moans and yells yet. All three were nearing peak when the door came down. The pained looks on their faces brought a shamed look to Optimus Primal's own and he slammed the door back into position and clomped away, feeling very, very stupid as the three soaked each other in joy.

Injector grabbed Arcee's firm buns in his left hand and whipped out his fearsome, numbing injector which was his namesake. He injected her in the back, and she felt herself go limp. Then he turned her around to face him, and kissed her full on the mouth with his hideous fish lips. She tried to cry out and push him away but couldn't. Then he injected her somewhere else...

Injector saw Elita One standing before the memorial which contained Optimus Prime's corpse. She looked lost and lonely, but that meant only one thing to Injector - He had to take her mind off her problems... He was so handsome, it was his duty as the Transformer equivalent of Fabio. There was no way around it. BUT, he decided, it had to be on TOP of Optimus Prime's corpse, to prove she was truly over him. He sneaked up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey babe, nice ass." Elita One turned around, startled. "What?!" Injector put his hand to her lips. "Say nothing, my sweet." She blinked. He pulled out his injector and stuck it into Elita's taut stomach, paralyzing her almost immediately. He caught her as she fell and laid her down gently on the floor. "One sec, love." He kicked off the lid to Prime's coffin and dragged the erstwhile Autobot leader out and dumped him on the ground next to Elita. Then he dragged her on top of Prime, and began stripping off her outer armor. As soon as he got to her actual chest components, he began stroking her exposed breasts. She gasped, and fought down the impulse to vomit. He pulled out his injector again, and began rubbing it up and down her inner thigh. Elita had never wished so much that should could kick someone in the balls before. He abandoned her breasts, and lifted up her limp form and began rubbing her ass with his right hand. He used his left to maneuver the Injector farther and farther between her legs... Elita began twitching as she found herself reacting to his probing. Her self-loathing increased... At long last, he moved in front of her and thrusted his injector between her open thighs. She actually began crying. One of Optimus' chest windows broke beneath them.

Moonracer stood in the shooting range, firing at a bullseye some four hundred yards away. Three tries and she nailed the dead center, and returned her firearm to it's holster, smilingly in a self-satisfied manner. She looked at the target with her hand on her hip for a few moments, when she felt and irregular breeze blowing air down on her. She looked up. Some bizarre insect, smelling slightly of the sea, hovered above her. For no apparent reason, she found herself fighting the urge to grope her own breast. Well, after all, no one was around... And there was just something in the air that she found... invigorating. She glanced around guardedly. Satisfied there was no one around but her insectoid companion and herself, she shed her breastplate. She began pressing her breasts together, admiring her cleavage, glad to be free of the restrictive breastplate. Much to her surprise, the bug hover down and landed on her right breast. It's feet tickled her, and she open her lips to release a delighted, "Hee hee!" She was amazed to find it aroused her. However, she was only half as amazed at that as she was when the insect started licking her erect nipple. She slide to her knees and closed her eyes, as quiet moans began to escape her lips. She grabbed the breast that didn't have a bug on it and began smashing it against her chest and fingering the nipple. She suddenly found it very disturbing and inherently wrong to masturbate with an insect atop her breast. Then she felt worse because the insect was helping. Then she decided to dismiss it all, and tore off the armor protecting her pelvis and shoved her right index and middle finger into the murky, liquid coated depths. As quickly as she inserted her fingers she drew them out, licked the fluid off of them, and reinserted them. Then she did it again. Lather, rinse, repeat. She caught a whiff or something that reminded her of herbs as she continued this action, and started moaning very loud as her pace increased. She glanced down to notice the bug in between her breasts, rubbing up against one. Wait, no, he was... pumping into her cleavage? "Oh Primus, I need a real male Transformer NOW!" she groaned, as she licked her fingers off once more. Then, as if by magic, the bug transformed into the bizarre robot form of Injector. "Your wish is my command, fair lady!" Injector cried, with lust in his glassy fish eyes. He pushed Moonracer hard, knocking her onto her back and stuffing his interface into her slippery thighs. Both started moaning at the tops of their lungs as they upped the tempo. After a bit of mounting tensions, they felt the end was near. Moonracer gave out first, her back arching and going stiff as her already slick inner walls suddenly flooding with a rush of fluid. This was more than enough to push Injector past the point of no return, and he fell, his back to the ground. Moonracer was lifted up and was then frantically impaling herself on his interface, yelling like a banshee. Together they left a puddle on the ground almost as wide as the amount of ground their bodies together covered. They lay there panting and senseless, still joined. And then Firestar walked in, looking for Moonracer. Instead of being horrified, Firestar was very impressed. "Moonracer! Where did you -GET- that HUNK! Oh, Primus, I want to fuck him right NOW!" Injector looked up, optics dull. His vision blurred. Something red and yellow was in front of him, but he was still in Moonracer so he didn't care. Moonracer smiled at her friend, and sounding chipper said, "Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way! He just fell from the sky! We can share!" Injector's optics widened. To his dismay, Moonracer pulled herself off of his still erect interface. Moments later the over-used instrument began to sag. Just as he was cooling down and starting to think about a way out Firestar pounced, going down on him immediately. His interface jerked back to attention, as her tongue began polishing it. It felt good, but it also hurt. His interface was tired, and not ready yet, but Firestar wasn't willing to wait. She bobbed her head up and down on him, making him grab chunks of the metallic ground as he tried to deal with the burning sensations which were blurring with the pleasure. Just when he thought it was going to be over and done with, Firestar stopped and pulled her head away. She tore off her chestplate and grabbed Injector's interface. She leaned down and pressed her magnificent breasts together around his interface, crushing it between them. Then she started sliding her breasts up and down Injector's equipment. There was plenty of lubrication between Moonracer's juices and his own, and Firestar's spittle, so that it didn't hurt any, but there was still fatigue to deal with. He wanted so bad to end it, but he couldn't. All he could do was stare helplessly as her breasts rode his interface. After a while, Firestar stopped fingering herself and pulled her breasts away from Injector's interface. He sighed in relief thinking he could get away without finishing. He was wrong. Just as he was wiping his brow, he felt his interface slide between a new set of thighs. Firestar was not gentle, and she rode him hard, and in actuality, rode him until he was raw. Finally Firestar's senses burst and the tunnel that trapped him squirmed insanely, milking his interface for all it was worth. This was too much and he felt himself let go, as a rush of hot pleasure overcame the now-intense pain. He lay there twitching as Firestar collapsed on him, smothering his face with her breasts. She was STILL squirming and moaning by the time the pleasure went away. Then the pain set in. With a great effort her forced the female off of him, staring at his injured member. "Awwww," said Firestar, "The poor thing has a booboo. Let momma Firestar kiss it and make it better." She leaned forward, giving his interface a little peck. Then to Injector's abject terror, her mouth again engulfed it. Ten minutes of Firestar orally massaging his interface and Moonracer rubbing her genitals against his face saw the most painful release of his life. But that wasn't the end... It took him six days to escape their pleasure dungeon hidden below the female Autobot headquarters. It took another six days before he could walk normally again.

Injector quietly stalked the halls of the Ark... Hmm. Okay, he stalked the halls as well as a flying fusion of a fish and a hornet can... which isn't very well. He found the storage chamber and broke the lock with his injector. He transformed. He found the sleeping ninja and dragged her out into the hallway. She was inactive. Injector spent fifteen minutes figuring out how to turn her on. Then he spent a fruitless half hour trying to turn her on... She wasn't responding. Finally he just slapped her to the floor and spread her legs. He transformed his head back to full fish mode and leaned down, and began slurping with his hideous lips. She didn't react. He pulled his head away and transformed it back to quasi-fish robot mode and stared. "What the hell? This thing has no cunt!" He pushed here away and sulked for about five minutes. Then he got another thought. "Maybe she's got a mouth..." He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her close. "Hmm. That thing a mask?" He began prying her facemask off with his sharp, serrated teeth. "Ah hah! You DO have a mouth!" Nightbird stared blankly at him. Apparently her 'mind' wasn't very active. Injector stuck his injector into her forehead, injecting a virus that began taking over the drone's higher programming. Her eyes turned purple... Injector laughed. "Nightbird, I'm, ahem, disrobing. Seduce me." The drone clumsily moved towards Injector, giving a come-hither look that was a subtle as a train wreck. Then she moved jerkily towards him, and grabbed his interface. Injector yelped. "Be gentle! Be gentle!!" Nightbird looked at him quizzically and yanked Injector towards her and leaned down, licking him once and wrapping her lips around him. He was about to smile when she bit down. Injector's mottled fish skin went pale. She released her teeth and went back to just licking.

Injector could hardly take it anymore when there was the sudden pitter-patter of a stupid-looking yellow VW with arms, legs, and a freakish alien head with horns. Injector was panting heavily with Nightbird's head in his lap... and Bumblebee just STARED. "Uhm..." he tried. It didn't work. But he repeated it anyway, not being the smartest 'Little Brother' character in history. "Uhm..." Injector was too far gone to even notice... until Nightbird forgot herself and bit down again. Injector collapsed to the floor in a pathetic heap, too wrought with agony and lust to handle the fury of sensations tearing through him. Nightbird casually threw a sai at Bumblebee. Bumblebee didn't bother to try and dodge it... it connected with his forehead, spilling his brains all over the Ark's garish orange floor. Injector finally found release, and Nightbird (as programmed by Injector's virus) got off on that and started writhing around on the ground, slipping and sliding in Bumblebee's brains. When they'd both stopped squirming they cuddled in Bumblebee's brains for a while.

Minerva stood in her robot mode, helping a kitty down from a tree. Injector spied her from the rooftop he was standing on and found drool forming on his fish lips. "I've GOT to have her," he said, stars in his eyes. He was about to go hit on her when she spoke... to no one he could see. "Head off," she said. "Head?" Injector blinked. Her head ejected and transformed into a human wearing scarlet armor. "Oooo..." said Injector. She then proceeded to strip off her armor. Injector was practically frothing at the bit. Minerva stood there, a normal human now. She was a cute 14 year old blonde wearing your standard Japanese schoolgirl outfit, short skirt and all. And MAN, were her breasts ever perky. Injector decided he wanted to fuck her robot mode first, then her human mode. She went back to her house and decided she needed to take a shower to recover from the day. She walked to the shower... and Injector, in his hornet-fish mode, hovered by her window, in his insect-sized mode. She closed the door to the bathroom and began unbuttoning her blouse. Injector's breathing got kind of ragged... he wasn't used to this 'Look But Don't Touch' routine. She let her blouse fall to the floor and began undoing her bra, and then let that fall to the floor, too. Little droplets of acidic spittle fell from Injector's jowls, burning the grass below. Minerva yawned and rubbed her breasts, which were a bit sweaty from being cooped up in that intra-restruction armor. Then she undid the clasp to her very short skirt and let it, too, fall to the floor. She turned around, her ass facing the window, with her panties still on, and bent down, rummaging through her clothes. "Hmmm," she muttered, "Must've left my keys in the living room. Oh well." She stood up, peeling off her panties as she did. Injector tried to fly closer and smacked into the window. He backed up some. Minerva, now completely naked, climbed into the shower and drew the curtain. She turned the shower on, and begin luxuriating in the warm stream of water. Injector perched on the window and gazed longingly at her firm young body.

Five hours later, Minerva was driving her transtector to a fire, in a rush to help innocent victims. Little did she know Injector's insect-sized bugfish mode was inside the cockpit with her. She reached the fire and Injector flew out the window before she could transform the transtector. "Transform! Head on!" The local fire authorities were there, but they didn't do much. Minerva skillfully put out the fire while Injector watched admiringly. Soon the fire was gone, and the fire department's vehicle's had left. Just as Minerva was about to detach from her her head, Injector transformed and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Pardon me, love, but that was some fine work. May I ask your name?" Minerva turned around and smiled brightly at Injector, even though his robot face was peeking out through a pair of fish lips at her. "Hi! I'm Minerva!" Injector grinned, greatly encouraged. "You're CUTE." Minerva giggled. "Thank you," she said, "But I'm really a human!" Injector laughed throatily. "I know. Wanna fuck?" Minerva looked taken aback for a moment, but then grinned, "Sure. Why not? I can't get pregnant in this thing! I've always wanted to try it! How DO you have sex in these things?" Minerva tee-hee-ed. Injector pushed her back against the building she had just finished extinguishing and smiled. "Like this." He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. Then, he began passionately kissing her, pressing his lips hard against hers. As hard as he kissed, Minerva kissed back, and soon they were rolling together all over the building. They stopped for a second so he could show her how to get the breastplate off. He admired her robotic breasts for a minute... they were unbelievably perky and firm, just like her real ones. He just HAD to start fondling them. Minerva was unprepared for this but immensely enjoyed it, and started moaning her approval. "What's... ... your... name?" she asked between panting breaths. "Injector!" he cried happily, as he removed the armor protecting her waist. He straddled her and thrusted forward, entering her. She groaned and squeezed her optics tight as he began riding her. She had never had an experience like this, and was overcome with lust almost instantly. She didn't think she could last very long, and just as she was clawing Injector's back and crying out insane with desire, Cab walked up. "Hey Min-," he started and opened his optics WIDE. His jaw dropped. Both Injector and Minerva were too far gone to stop and finished up, right in front of Cab. You could have knocked him over with a feather. The two lovers didn't care about him at all, and spent the next few minutes cuddling in the wreckage of the building, slick with their own fluids, and ignoring Cab entirely. Cab fainted.

That night Minerva lay in her bed... restless. It was a muggy night, hot and humid. Even if she weren't still savoring the memory of how it felt to have Injector she wouldn't be asleep. She was sweating under her thin blanket, so she threw it off. She was naked beneath her sheets, and tossing and turning, never once nearing sleep. She didn't realize it, but she was being watched. Injector's buzzing lionfish-hornet form hovered just outside her window, greedily taking in her presence. Minerva still felt her mind echoing with the throes of passion from earlier in the day, and finally she gave up fighting it and started fantasizing. As her mind brought pleasurable images, her hand naturally moved to her breast and began slowly rubbing it in a circular motion. She began panting, and a rosy hue came over her cheeks. Injector perched on the sill and stared... Minerva stopped suddenly, her eyes wide when she thought she heard a noise from downstairs. Then she remembered that everyone was out. She took a minute to resume her fantasy and cupped her breasts with both hands, squirming under the thin sheet. She giggled with glee, then released her left breast and ran the now free hand between her breasts and down her tummy. She kept exploring herself, slowly moving the hand farther south until at long last her trailblazing fingers reached her pelvis. She ran her hand around her smooth hip and ass, using the same slow circular technique as before, while still caressing her right breast with the other hand. After a moment, she changed her grip on her breast, fondling it and then pinching the nipple. She pulled her breath in sharply, and gripped her lovely ass cheek with her left hand. Injector was having trouble keeping control, and almost flew right into the window glass. She went back to playing with her breast, bouncing it and kneading it gently. She finally placed her left hand between her legs, feeling the growing moisture. She picked up the pace in the action on her breast, and her breath began coming faster. She took a heavy, ragged breath, and threw the sheet off of her, which obscured the window long enough for Injector to panic. A small wet spot began to grow in the sheet beneath her as she continued. Finally, she leaned forward against her bed, with her ass up in the air. She pressed her breasts against the mattress, and began rocking her body back and forth. Soon her pelvis was thrusting in time to the rocking. She closed her eyes, gasped, and at long last, began moving her fingers between her slick thighs, prepared to provide her own stimulation. The moment she breached her cavity was the moment Injector couldn't sit by and watch any longer. He pried the window open and flew his tiny body into the room. Minerva was sweating heavily and her entire body was shaking with anticipation. Injector flew right up in front of her face and spoke to her in a soothing, quiet tone. "Minerva... it is I, Injector. You deserve better than to have to amuse yourself. Place your hands out in front of you, but remain as you are. We will finish this together." Minerva was trying to keep from shaking, and couldn't speak, so heavy was her breathing. She nodded her mute approval, and Injector buzzed around behind her. She reluctantly pulled her hand away and placed it on the bed in front of her, where the other already rested. She stared at the moisture collected on her left hand, and just as she was considering licking it clean, she moaned loudly as she felt her labia spread by something thick and full of full of irregular edges that were deliciously stimulating thrusted in between her legs. She rolled over onto her back and felt a growing ache deep within her. She tried to fight the urge, but couldn't, and moved her hands between her legs and began pushing Injector deeper into her. She had only pushed him three times when she got a hold of herself and pulled her hands away. She was feeling so good, and she only wanted more of it, even though it was almost painful. She felt as though there was a building pressure inside her, like a damn about to burst. At the same time, though, she was deathly afraid of hurting her lover. "Mrfmrfmrf!" Injector cried from within her. She bent forward to look at her crotch but suddenly fell back against the bed, arching her back and yelling out, crying tears of raw pleasure. Somewhere deep inside she felt a tiny, rough little tongue rubbing against her. Her hands clamped against the side of the bed. At this point she was just trying to ride the feeling out... she couldn't affect it actively in any way. As she felt her mind blotted out by the sensations racing through her, she released the bed and panicked, fumbling her hands to her breasts. She began squeezing them so hard it hurt a little, but she felt so unbelievably marvelous she kept doing it anyway, because it just added to this wonderment. She found her fingernails digging in her breasts, and between breathing harder than she ever had before. She clamped her right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She felt her hips kicking wildly, thrusting without her command. She gripped her breasts and just held on, as her world vanished under an explosion of color and sensation as the agonizing pressure gave way to joy become physical.

When she came back to her senses, she found that somehow Injector was wrapping her in her blanket. She also found herself completely and utterly relaxed. She wanted to lay lazy and warm in her lover's arms, to feel safe and secure. There was simply no way for Injector to provide that for her without her getting in her intra-restruction armor and attaching to her transtector... which she did not want. She found it sad, somehow. The most intense sexual experience of her life was ruined by the inadequacy of her lover... and it was nothing to do with the intercourse part. After such an incredible high, this low had her almost in tears. Anyone else might've hovered over her fretting about it, but not Injector. Instead, he was perched on her still naked ass, licking himself clean as a cat might. She suddenly found herself overcome with a burst of frustrated anger and whipped out a hand, slapping the bugfish on her ass. There was a sickening CRUNCH.

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