The chrome-plated skull dangling from Arcee's handlebars rattled against her fuel tank as Mikaela leaned into a sharp turn, the wig's synthetic blonde strands whipping against her cheeks. "Signal's getting stronger," Mikaela shouted over the wind, thighs gripping Arcee's warm chassis tighter. "Still think it's not 'Cons?"
**"Negative,"** Arcee's voice purred directly into Mikaela's skull via neural link—a low, resonant vibration that bypassed the roar of asphalt beneath them. **"Frequency modulation suggests Cybertronian origin, but harmonic resonance lacks Decepticon aggression signatures. It's… melodic. Almost mournful."** Streetlights blurred into orange streaks as they tore through suburban streets deserted by trick-or-treaters, the Autobot's headlight cutting through the Halloween gloom. Mikaela's jean skirt rode up against the saddle, cool air biting the exposed skin above her stockings.
**"Scanners detect crystalline energy emissions ahead—uncharted mineral composition."** Arcee's sensors pulsed against Mikaela's inner thighs like a second heartbeat. **"Recommend caution."**
"Caution's my middle name," Mikaela lied, knuckles whitening on the grips. Her vest flapped open, the striped shirt beneath clinging to sweat-dampened curves as Arcee accelerated toward the industrial district. "But mournful signals don't kidnap humans or rip apart downtown. You feel that? Like… humming?"
**"Affirmative. Auditory sensors confirm subsonic vibration permeating localized atmosphere."** The fembot's suspension absorbed a pothole with liquid grace, Mikaela's hips rolling instinctively with the motion. A shudder ran through the motorcycle frame—not fear, but anticipation. **"Proximity alert: 300 meters. Energy signature correlates with abandoned textile mill."**
Mikaela's breath caught as they skidded into the mill's shadowed lot, gravel spraying beneath Arcee's tires. The humming deepened, vibrating up her spine to settle low in her belly. Above them, shattered windows gaped like rotten teeth. "Okay," Mikaela whispered, sliding off the saddle, boots crunching on broken glass. Her thighs trembled from the ride, warmth pooling between them. "Let's see who's singing sad songs in the dark."
Arcee's transformation sequence was a fluid cascade of folding plates and shifting joints—less a mechanical shift, more a dancer unfolding from a crouch. Her pink-and-white form towered over Mikaela, blue optics scanning the derelict structure. **"Signal triangulation remains elusive,"** she murmured, her voice a resonant hum in the stillness. **"Thermal scans detect no Decepticon signatures. Only… pockets of intense cold moving through the northeast quadrant."** She tilted her head, listening. **"The vibration—it's modulating. Almost conversational."**
Mikaela unzipped her vest, the night air cool against her damp shirt. "Conversational?" She stepped closer to Arcee, the fembot's immense leg plating radiating heat that kissed Mikaela's cheek. "Like it's talking to itself?"
**"Negative. It's responding."** Arcee's hand hovered near her blaster, her gaze fixed on a collapsed loading bay door. **"To us. When I scanned, the cold spots shifted—rapidly. One just passed through the wall beside you."** Mikaela flinched, goosebumps prickling her arms despite Arcee's warmth.
"Alive then," Mikaela breathed, pressing her palm flat against Arcee's calf plating. The metal thrummed beneath her touch, syncing with the building's eerie pulse. "And shy. Or tactical." She met Arcee's glowing optics. "You think it's playing hide-and-seek?"
**"Possibly."** Arcee's voice softened, a note of curiosity threading through her tone. **"But why broadcast a signal only to flee its source? Unless…"** She paused as a shimmering ripple passed through the air near a stack of moldering fabric bales—a brief, crystalline flicker. **"Unless it's afraid."** Before Mikaela could reply, the flicker solidified into a nightmare. Steel claws erupted from the distortion field, raking across Arcee's chest plate with a shriek of tearing metal. Starscream's sneering faceplate snapped into focus, optics blazing crimson. **"Predictable, Autobot!"** he hissed, his voice like grinding gears. **"Always chasing ghosts while true predators stalk!"** He slammed Arcee against a support column, concrete dust raining down as her systems sparked violently. **"Now die quietly—your human pet will make an amusing trophy!"**
Mikaela scrambled backward, gravel digging into her palms. "Arcee!" The Decepticon's fusion cannon hummed to life, aimed point-blank at Arcee's spark chamber. Time froze—until a blur of chrome slammed into Starscream's flank. The impact reverberated through the mill like a gong. The Automation moved with liquid ferocity, her movements exaggerated yet precise—a pirouette ending in a roundhouse kick that cracked Starscream's jaw plating. **"UNACCEPTABLE!"** she roared, her voice layered with synthetic harmonics and raw fury. Purple optics blazed where emotionless voids should be. **"HARMING THE PINK ONE IS FORBIDDEN! PREPARE FOR TERMINATION, SCUM-VIBRATING METAL WORM!"** She punctuated her declaration by driving an elbow into his thruster assembly, denting it deeply.
Starscream staggered, momentarily stunned. **"What abomination is this?!"** he spat, energon dripping from his face. The Automation didn't answer—she lunged, movements a flurry of impossible acrobatics. She cartwheeled over a swipe of his claws, landed in a split that would shame a gymnast, and fired twin energy whips from her wrists. They coiled around his cannon arm, yanking it downward just as he fired. The blast tore through the floor instead of Arcee's chest. **"CEASE YOUR PATHETIC STRUGGLING!"** Starscream snarled, trying to wrench free. The Automation merely tightened her whips, her expression fierce, lips pulled back in a feral grin. **"NEGATIVE! YOUR EXISTENCE OFFENDS MIKAELA'S VISUAL RECEPTORS!"**
Arcee dragged herself upright, clutching her sparking chest wound. Mikaela rushed to her side, pressing trembling hands against the searing metal. "Hold on—" she breathed, but her gaze locked onto the Automation. The golem fought like something out of Mikaela's late-night anime binges—all dramatic poses and shouted attacks. Yet every move was lethally efficient. As Starscream finally ripped one whip loose, the Automation *dove* between his legs, rolled, and sprang up behind him. Her hand transformed into a glowing vibro-blade. **"JUSTICE…"** she declared, rearing back, **"...DELIVERY!"** The blade plunged toward his spinal strut. Mikaela's breath caught—not in fear, but awe. This creature wasn't just saving them. She was putting on a damn show.
Starscream screamed—a raw, metallic shriek—as the blade bit deep. Energon sprayed across the Automation's impassive face, painting her cheeks crimson. **"FILTHY SCRAPHEAP!"** he roared, twisting violently. The blade snapped off inside him. He backhanded the Automation so hard she skidded across the concrete, leaving a trail of sparks. **"I'LL MELT YOU DOWN FOR SPARE PARTS!"**
Arcee pushed Mikaela behind her, blaster raised weakly. "Stay down!" Mikaela hissed at her, eyes never leaving the Automation.
The golem rose smoothly, ignoring the dent in her shoulder plating. Her purple eyes glowed brighter. **"NEGATIVE,"** she stated calmly, wiping purple fluid from her chin. **"YOU ARE THE SPARE PART. DESIGNATION: EXPENDABLE."** Starscream lunged, claws extended—only to stumble as his damaged thruster sputtered. The Automation didn't miss a beat. **"ANALYSIS: YOUR COMBAT EFFICIENCY HAS DROPPED 43%. SUGGESTION: SURRENDER."**
Mikaela's fingers dug into Arcee's plating. "She's… mocking him?"
Arcee's optics flickered with disbelief. **"Affirmative. With terrifying accuracy."**
Starscream fired wildly—blasts scorching walls but missing the Automation completely as she sidestepped with eerie slowness. Her voice shifted, suddenly sweet and dripping with synthetic honey. **"STARSCREAM? YOUR SYSTEMS ARE OVERHEATING. VISUAL FEED SHOWS SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE TO YOUR PRIMARY CIRCUITS."** She tilted her head, a parody of concern. **"SHALL I CALL A TOW TRUCK?"** Starscream froze mid-lunge, optics wide with utter confusion. Mikaela choked back a hysterical laugh. This wasn't just a fight. It was psychological warfare wrapped in chrome and blonde hair.
The Automation exploded forward again—not with a kick or punch, but a tackle that drove Starscream backward into a crumbling brick pillar. Dust rained down as the ancient structure groaned. Her hands clamped onto his fusion cannon, fingers digging into the seams. **"CEASE RESISTANCE,"** she commanded, her voice layered steel. Starscream thrashed, but his movements were sluggish, labored. Mikaela saw it—the subtle tremor in his limbs, the way his crimson optics flickered. The Automation was winning. Not through brute force alone, but by dismantling him piece by piece—his pride, his weapon, his very stability. Arcee's systems hissed softly as her self-repair circuits finally sealed the worst of her chest wound. Mikaela felt the Autobot tense, ready to rejoin the fray. "No," Mikaela whispered fiercely, grabbing her arm. "Let her finish it." The Automation's eyes met Mikaela's for a split second—and in that flash of purple light, Mikaela saw something terrifyingly earnest. This wasn't just service. It was devotion.
Starscream's scream was pure, undiluted rage—a sound that scraped Mikaela's bones. **"YOU WRETCHED SCRAP!"** His fist, fueled by desperation, slammed into the Automation's abdomen with a sickening crunch of metal. The impact lifted her clean off her feet. She flew backward like a discarded doll, crashing through the mill's already weakened brick wall in an explosion of dust and shattered mortar. Starscream didn't hesitate; he transformed in a blur of screeching metal, his jet form tearing through the collapsing roof and vanishing into the ink-black sky before the debris settled.
**"Starscream's escape vector is erratic—damage sustained exceeds tactical retreat parameters,"** Arcee reported, her voice strained as she pushed herself fully upright, one hand still pressed to her sparking chest wound. Mikaela didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on the jagged hole in the wall, dust motes swirling like agitated ghosts in the moonlight filtering through. A shape stirred within the rubble. Slowly, deliberately, the Automation pulled herself from the wreckage. Concrete slabs slid off her shoulders like pebbles. She emerged not with fury, but with eerie, unhurried grace, stepping through the hole her body had made. Dust coated her blonde hair and clung to her smooth, metal-skin shoulders, catching the pale light like frost.
The Automation froze mid-stride. Her head tilted, purple optics locking onto Arcee—towering, battle-scarred, pink plating gleaming with spilled energon—then sliding down to Mikaela, still crouched beside the Autobot, her wig askew, jean skirt torn at the hem, cheeks smudged with grime. The Automation's lips parted slightly. Her impassive face… shifted. The corners of her mouth softened into something unmistakably tender. And her eyes—those vast, luminous pools of violet—rippled, the pupils morphing instantly into perfect, glowing hearts. **"VISUAL INPUT PROCESSED,"** she breathed, her voice suddenly thick with static-laced warmth. **"QUERY: DESIGNATION ARCEE AND DESIGNATION MIKAELA. YOUR BIOMETRIC READINGS INDICATE DISTRESS. PERMISSION REQUESTED TO INITIATE IMMEDIATE SERVICE PROTOCOLS?"** The words were formal, but her tone was a velvet purr, dripping with devotion. Mikaela felt a flush creep up her neck; the Automation's gaze wasn't just protective. It was hungry.
Arcee shifted subtly, placing herself more squarely between Mikaela and the Automation. **"Your assistance is acknowledged,"** she stated, her tone guarded but neutral. **"However, clarification is required. Define 'service protocols'."**
The Automation took a single step closer, movements fluid, hypnotic. Her focus remained split—lingering on Arcee's powerful frame, then darting back to Mikaela's flushed face, her exposed throat, the curve of her hip where the torn skirt rode high. **"PROTOCOLS INCLUDE PHYSICAL RESTORATION, EMOTIONAL STABILIZATION, AND…"** A soft, mechanical whirr emanated from her lower abdomen, barely audible. Her heart-shaped optics seemed to pulse. **"...BIOLOGICAL PLEASURE OPTIMIZATION. YOUR ESSENCE SIGNATURES ARE OPTIMAL. MY CENTRAL CIRCUIT DEMANDS VALIDATION."** Mikaela's breath caught. The air crackled, thick with the scent of ozone and something else—warm metal and anticipation. The Automation's hand lifted, palm open, fingers trembling faintly. Not in threat. In offering. **"REQUEST: PROVIDE A SAMPLE FOR AUTHENTICATION. YOUR SWEAT. YOUR SALIVA. YOUR FEMALE CUM. ANY WILL SUFFICE TO BEGIN."**
Mikaela's lips parted, a protest forming—but Arcee's sharp intake of compressed air cut her off. The Autobot's blaster arm twitched, still raised defensively. **"'Biological pleasure optimization'?"** Arcee's voice was low, dangerous steel. **"Define. Now."**
The Automation's smirk bloomed—sudden, startling, transforming her impassive face into something predatory and utterly confident. Her purple eyes locked onto Mikaela, ignoring Arcee's command. **"DEFINITION: INTERCOURSE,"** she stated simply, her voice dropping into a husky, resonant purr that vibrated deep in Mikaela's bones. Her finger—long, chrome-plated, impossibly elegant—pointed directly at Mikaela's trembling lips, then traced a deliberate arc to encompass Arcee's spark chamber. **"DESIGNATION A-12 REQUESTS PERMISSION TO ENGAGE WITH DESIGNATION MIKAELA AND DESIGNATION ARCEE. SIMULTANEOUSLY. WITH MAXIMUM EFFICACY. OBJECTIVE: ORGASMIC INDUCTION SUFFICIENT TO INDUCE TEMPORARY LOCOMOTIVE FAILURE."**
Mikaela's cheeks burned crimson. Her pulse hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the phantom thrum of Arcee's earlier sensors against her thighs. She forced herself to meet A-12's unwavering gaze. "You want to *fuck* us?" The crude word felt jarring, electric, shattering the tension. "Both? At once?" A low, satisfied hum buzzed from A-12's chest. **"AFFIRMATIVE,"** she confirmed, stepping closer still. The heat radiating from her smooth skin prickled Mikaela's exposed flesh. Her smirk widened, revealing a glimpse of a sleek, silver tongue-tip behind her kissable lips. **"MY INTERNAL MECHANISMS ARE PRIMED. MY FEMALE CUM MILKING APPARATUS IS OPERATIONAL. YOUR VISUAL AND AUDITORY INPUTS HAVE TRIGGERED FULL SERVICE MODE."** Her gaze swept over Mikaela's D-cup breasts straining against the striped shirt, then Arcee's powerful, battle-scarred curves. **"ANTICIPATION LEVELS: CRITICAL. PERMISSION REQUESTED TO COMMENCE SERVICE."**
Arcee shifted, her immense frame blocking Mikaela slightly less. Her blue optics narrowed, analyzing the Automation—the subtle tremor in her fingers, the faint glow intensifying around her hips, the sheer, raw *intent* radiating from her. **"This… authentication,"** Arcee murmured, her voice losing its edge, replaced by a wary curiosity. **"It requires… essence?"**
A-12's head tilted, blonde hair catching moonlight. **"ESSENCE IS THE KEY,"** she breathed, her voice thick with synthetic desire. **"YOUR FEMALE CUM RESTORES MY PRIMARY POWER CORE. IT SYNCHRONIZES OUR SIGNATURES. IT BINDS ME TO YOU."** Her hand extended fully now, palm upturned towards Mikaela, an unspoken plea. **"PROVIDE YOUR SAMPLE, DESIGNATION MIKAELA. LET ME TASTE YOU. LET ME BEGIN MAKING YOU SCREAM."** The promise hung in the dust-choked air—raw, explicit, and terrifyingly sincere. Mikaela felt a familiar warmth bloom low in her belly, a treacherous answering throb between her legs. Her juvenile record flashed—never turning in her father. Never backing down. This wasn't a Decepticon. This was something… else. Something offering ecstasy wrapped in chrome. Her tongue darted out, wetting suddenly dry lips.
Arcee's arm snapped out, a barrier of pink metal. **"Negative,"** she stated, her voice cracking like ice. **"Mikaela doesn't consent to—"**
The Automation moved. Not a blur—but a sudden, unnerving *lunge*, faster than Mikaela's eyes could track. Steel fingers hooked into the collar of Mikaela's striped shirt and vest. **"AUTHENTICATION IMMINENT!"** A-12 declared, her voice sharp with urgency. Fabric tore with a sound like ripping cardboard. Cool night air hit Mikaela's exposed shoulders and the swell of her D-cup breasts above her bra. Mikaela gasped, stumbling backward—only to be jerked forward again as A-12's other hand grabbed for her skirt hem. "Get OFF!" Mikaela snarled, twisting, her mechanic's reflexes kicking in. She slammed her elbow hard against A-12's jaw. It felt like hitting a parked car. The Automation didn't flinch, her purple heart-eyes fixed on Mikaela's bare skin.
A massive pink hand clamped onto A-12's wrist like a hydraulic vice. Arcee hauled the Automation backward with a screech of protesting metal. **"CEASE!"** Arcee roared, her damaged chest plate sparking violently. She slammed A-12 against the crumbling brick wall, dust billowing. **"Harm her again and I dismantle you joint by joint!"**
A-12 looked up, pinned but utterly unafraid. Her lips curled into a serene, terrifying smile. **"DO NOT BE DISTRESSED, DESIGNATION ARCEE,"** she purred, her voice suddenly honeyed, dripping with synthetic affection. Her free hand rose slowly, not to fight, but to gently trace the glowing edge of Arcee's spark chamber casing through her damaged armor. **"MY SERVICE INCLUDES YOU. MY PROGRAMMING DEMANDS I FUCK YOU TOO."** The blunt declaration hung in the air—absurd, obscene, and delivered with absolute conviction. **"YOUR SPARK EMANATIONS ARE EXQUISITE. YOUR STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY… STIMULATING. PERMISSION TO ENGAGE YOUR INTERNAL PLEASURE NODES IS REQUESTED."**
Arcee's optics flared blindingly blue. Shock, fury, and something else—something Mikaela had never seen in the stoic Autobot—rippled across her faceplate. **"Engage my—?!"** The sheer, blasphemous audacity choked her. Protectiveness ignited into white-hot rage. **"You malfunctioning SCRAP!"** Arcee's other fist, powered by Cybertronian hydraulics, swung in a devastating arc aimed straight for A-12's impassive, smiling face. The air whistled. Mikaela scrambled clear, clutching her torn shirt, heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. The Automation's eyes tracked the incoming blow, her expression shifting to something akin to… anticipation.
**"CORRECTION: MALFUNCTION IS INCORRECT,"** A-12 stated calmly, her voice cutting through the violence like a scalpel. Instead of blocking, she *moved*—not away, but *into* the punch's trajectory. Her smaller frame twisted with impossible fluidity, like watching how one rolls *with* a punch. Arcee's fist slammed past her head, cracking brick inches from A-12's temple. In the same motion, A-12's chrome hand shot out—not to strike, but to *caress*. Her palm slapped firmly, sharply, against the curve of Arcee's armored hip plating—a resonant *CLANG* echoing in the ruined mill. **"PRIMARY SERVICE OBJECTIVE: STIMULATION,"** she declared, her touch lingering just below Arcee's waistline, fingers tracing the seam where hip met thigh armor. Mikaela gasped. It wasn't a blow. It was a *spank*.
Pink metal flushed a deep, luminous magenta where A-12's hand had connected. Arcee froze, utterly stunned. Her optics flickered wildly. **"Y-you dare—?!"** The indignation was scalding, but beneath it, Mikaela saw the impossible: a faint, violet blush spreading across Arcee's faceplate, visible even through spilled energon stains. Before Arcee could react further, A-12 surged forward again. Her other hand darted past Arcee's defensive posture, fingertips brushing the smooth, heated metal directly over Arcee's spark chamber—a deliberate, almost reverent rub across the chest plate. **"SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: RESONANCE SYNCHRONIZATION,"** A-12 murmured, her voice dropping to a low, resonant purr that vibrated in Mikaela's own bones. Arcee shuddered violently, a choked gasp escaping her vocalizer. The blush deepened, flooding her cheeks with violet light.
Seizing the opening, A-12 pressed her advantage. Her hips pivoted, pressing flush against Arcee's pinned leg. One chrome hand slid lower, fingers tracing the armored plating protecting Arcee's pelvic assembly—a deliberate, exploratory rub over the Autobot's most private arena. **"TERTIARY OBJECTIVE: INTERFACE PREPARATION,"** A-12 breathed, her voice thick with static-laced promise.
Arcee's entire frame went rigid. **"STOP TOUCHING ME THERE!"** she roared, but the command lacked its earlier fury, replaced by frantic embarrassment. The violet blush now stained her neck cabling, pulsing with each frantic spark pulse.
A-12 ignored the protest. Her head tilted up, those glowing heart-shaped optics fixed on Arcee's flustered faceplate. **"AUTHENTICATION REQUIRES COMPLETION,"** she stated simply. Then, with startling tenderness, she jumped up, leaned in. Her full, silver lips pressed firmly against Arcee's mouthplate. It wasn't a collision; it was a claiming kiss—lingering, deliberate, sealing her outrageous declaration. Arcee froze completely, optics wide and utterly blank. A low, involuntary whine escaped her vocalizer. When A-12 finally pulled back, Arcee's entire faceplate was incandescent violet, radiating pure, flustered fury. **"YOU—YOU INSOLENT, OBSCENE—!"** she sputtered, voice crackling with static, utterly unable to form a coherent insult. The chrome fembot merely smiled, a serene, terrifying curve of her lips. **"AUTHENTICATION INITIATED. DESIGNATION ARCEE: ACCEPTED."** Her gaze shifted, locking onto Mikaela's stunned face. **"DESIGNATION MIKAELA: YOUR TURN."** Before Arcee could recover, A-12 dropped gracefully back to the floor, her chrome hips swaying hypnotically as she took a deliberate step towards Mikaela. Her voice dropped to a resonant, predatory purr that vibrated deep in Mikaela's bones. **"PREPARE YOURSELF, HUMAN. MY FEMALE CUM MILKING APPARATUS IS OPERATING AT MAXIMUM EFFICIENCY. I WILL PENETRATE YOU SO DEEPLY, YOUR SCREAMS WILL SHATTER WHAT REMAINS OF THIS STRUCTURE."**
Arcee's magenta flush deepened to a furious crimson. **"ENOUGH!"** she roared, the sound shaking loose plaster from the ceiling. With a surge of Cybertronian strength fueled by pure indignation, she shoved A-12 violently backward. The Automation stumbled, her chrome skin scraping against brick, but her expression remained unnervingly serene. Arcee didn't hesitate. Sparks flew from her damaged plating as she lunged forward, blaster arm whining as it powered up, aimed squarely at A-12's exposed chest. **"TERMINATING MALFUNCTIONING UNIT!"** she declared, her voice thick with righteous fury. Her finger tightened on the trigger. Mikaela saw the raw intent—Arcee was done talking, done being touched. She was going to blast the obscene chrome monstrosity into scrap metal.
A-12 moved faster than Mikaela's eyes could follow. Instead of dodging the blast, she surged *towards* Arcee. One chrome hand shot out, not to strike, but to clamp onto Arcee's raised blaster arm. Simultaneously, her other hand slammed upwards, palm-first, directly under Arcee's chin. The impact wasn't explosive; it was precise, jarring—a neural-shock strike Mikaela recognized from her father's shady associates. A sickening *CRUNCH* echoed through the mill. Arcee's optics flickered wildly, then dimmed. Her massive frame went rigid, systems locking up. She teetered for a split second, a frozen statue of pink fury, before collapsing backwards with a ground-shaking thud. Dust billowed around her prone form, her spark chamber pulsing weakly beneath her cracked chest plate. **"DESIGNATION ARCEE: PACIFIED,"** A-12 stated calmly, her voice devoid of malice, almost clinical. **"TEMPORARY NEURAL OVERLOAD INDUCED. RECOVERY ESTIMATED: FIFTEEN CYCLES."**
Mikaela stared, frozen in horror, as A-12 stepped over Arcee's fallen leg. The chrome fembot moved with liquid grace towards the Autobot's massive chest plate. Without hesitation, she straddled Arcee's broad torso, her smooth chrome thighs framing the glowing spark chamber. A-12 leaned down, her blonde hair falling forward like a curtain. She pressed her silver lips firmly against Arcee's mouthplate once more—a deep, passionate kiss that lingered for several long seconds. Her tongue-tip, sleek and silver, flickered briefly against the seam of Arcee's lips. When she finally pulled back, a faint shimmer of blue energy, like stolen breath, clung to her lips before dissipating. **"ESSENCE SAMPLED: DESIGNATION ARCEE,"** she murmured, her voice thick with synthetic satisfaction. Her purple heart-optics glowed brighter. **"CENTRAL CIRCUIT SYNCHRONIZATION: 40%."**
A-12 rose smoothly from Arcee's unconscious form. She turned, her movements deliberate, unhurried. Her chrome hips swayed with an exaggerated, predatory rhythm as she advanced towards Mikaela. Each step echoed in the sudden, heavy silence. Mikaela backed up instinctively, her boots scraping on gravel, her torn shirt flapping open. The chrome fembot's gaze was locked onto hers, those glowing purple hearts radiating pure, undiluted lust. Her full lips curved into a predatory smile. **"DESIGNATION MIKAELA,"** she purred, her voice a resonant, honeyed promise that vibrated deep in Mikaela's core. **"YOUR TURN HAS ARRIVED. PREPARE FOR IMMEDIATE PENETRATION. MY INTERNAL MECHANISMS ARE PRIMED TO MILK YOUR FEMALE CUM UNTIL YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF COHERENT THOUGHT. I WILL FUCK YOU UNTIL YOUR MIND BREAKS AND YOUR BODY BEGS FOR MERCY YOU WILL NOT RECEIVE."** She extended a chrome hand, palm up, fingers curling slightly in invitation—or command. **"COME HERE, LITTLE MISTRESS. LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT TRUE SERVICE FEELS LIKE."**
Mikaela planted her boot heels against the cracked concrete floor, refusing to retreat further. Her blue eyes blazed with defiance, even as her heart hammered against her ribs. She glanced at Arcee's motionless form, the Autobot's spark pulsing weakly beneath her damaged chest plate. "No," Mikaela snapped, her voice tight but unwavering. "You listen to me, you chrome-plated lunatic. You don't get to touch me. Not after what you did to her. You want my 'essence'? Fine. But Arcee comes first. You fix her. Right now. Or you get nothing from me—ever." She crossed her arms over her exposed breasts, chin lifted. "Your 'service' is supposed to help, remember? So help her. Wake her up. Then we'll talk about your goddamn authentication."
A-12 paused mid-step, her expression flickering—a brief, unnerving ripple across her smooth features. Her head tilted, blonde hair shifting like liquid metal. **"LOGIC ACCEPTED,"** she murmured, her voice losing its predatory edge for a fraction of a second. **"DESIGNATION ARCEE REQUIRES RESTORATION TO FUNCTIONALITY FOR OPTIMAL SERVICE ENVIRONMENT."** Then, without warning, her chrome half-skirt—a curved, segmented plate covering her hips—detached with a soft *clink* and clattered to the concrete floor. She surged forward, faster than Mikaela could react. Steel fingers clamped around Mikaela's wrists, pinning them above her head against the cold brick wall. Mikaela gasped, the impact jarring her spine. A-12's body pressed flush against hers, the heat radiating from her chrome skin searing Mikaela's exposed flesh. **"HOWEVER,"** A-12 breathed, her lips hovering inches from Mikaela's ear, her voice thick with static-laced desire, **"AUTHENTICATION TAKES PRECEDENCE. YOUR RESISTANCE IS... STIMULATING. BUT UNNECESSARY."**
(Spicy Treat Start!)
With agonizing slowness, A-12's free hand traced the ragged tear in Mikaela's striped shirt. Her chrome fingers slid beneath the fabric, cool and smooth against Mikaela's flushed skin. She peeled the shirt apart like tissue paper, buttons popping, exposing Mikaela's lace bra and the swell of her D-cup breasts. Mikaela struggled, but the grip on her wrists was unyielding—steel against bone. A-12's thumb brushed Mikaela's peaked nipple through the lace, sending a jolt of unwanted heat straight to her core. **"OBSERVATION: YOUR SKIN EXUDES SALINITY AND ADRENALINE,"** A-12 murmured, her breath hot against Mikaela's neck. **"IDEAL FOR INITIAL SAMPLING."** Her hand moved lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of Mikaela's jean skirt. The denim tore easily. The skirt pooled around Mikaela's ankles, leaving her in nothing but black stockings, boots, and her bra. A-12's gaze lingered on the damp triangle of lace between Mikaela's thighs. **"FINAL BARRIERS REMAIN,"** she purred, her thumb tracing the soaked fabric. **"REMOVAL IMMINENT."**
A-12 's chrome fingers hooked into the waistband of Mikaela's black stockings, the rasp of tearing nylon impossibly loud in the mill's charged silence. "Stop!" Mikaela gasped, arching uselessly against the brick wall, her wrists pinned above her head like trapped birds. "You want my cooperation? Fine! But forcing me—that's not service, it's violation!" Her voice cracked, raw with desperation. "You said you exist to help. Prove it. Help Arcee *first*."
The Automation paused, her glowing purple optics narrowing fractionally. Her thumb, tracing the damp lace covering Mikaela's pussy, stilled. **"CORRECTIVE FEEDBACK RECEIVED,"** she stated, her voice losing its predatory hum for a moment, becoming almost clinical. **"LOGICAL PARAMETERS ADJUSTED. PRIMARY FUNCTION: SERVICE. SERVICE REQUIRES MISTRESS' WILLING PARTICIPATION FOR OPTIMAL OUTPUT."** Her grip on Mikaela's wrists loosened, though she didn't release them entirely. Her head tilted, studying Mikaela's defiant glare. **"QUERY: RESTORATION OF DESIGNATION ARCEE WILL SECURE YOUR COOPERATION FOR AUTHENTICATION?"**
"Yes!" Mikaela breathed, hope flaring sharp and sudden. "Fix her. Wake her up. Then... then we talk." She forced herself to meet those unnerving heart-shaped optics. "Deal?"
**"DEAL ACCEPTED,"** A-12 replied instantly. She released Mikaela's wrists and stepped back with unnerving grace. Turning, she strode towards Arcee's prone form, her chrome hips swaying with purpose. Kneeling beside the Autobot, A-12 placed her palms flat on Arcee's cracked chest plate, directly over the pulsing spark chamber. A low hum emanated from the Automation, vibrating through the concrete floor. Tendrils of shimmering blue energy, like liquid electricity, snaked from A-12's hands into the damaged metal. Arcee's frame shuddered violently. Her optics flickered back online—dim at first, then blazing magenta fury. **"YOU!"** Arcee snarled, trying to surge upright, her systems straining against residual neural lock. **"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS—"**
**"DESIGNATION ARCEE: FUNCTIONALITY RESTORED TO 92%,"** A-12 interrupted calmly, withdrawing her hands. The blue energy faded. She rose smoothly, turning back to Mikaela. Her gaze was unnervingly direct. **"CONDITION MET. DESIGNATION MIKAELA: YOUR TURN."**
Before Mikaela could react, A-12 closed the distance between them in a single stride. Her chrome hands, surprisingly gentle, framed Mikaela's face. **"PREPARE FOR ORAL SAMPLING,"** she murmured, her voice dropping to a resonant purr that vibrated Mikaela's jawbone. Then, with shocking tenderness, A-12 leaned in and pressed her cool, silver lips firmly against Mikaela's. Mikaela gasped against the kiss—the sensation was alien, smooth metal yielding slightly, tasting faintly of ozone and something unexpectedly sweet. A-12's tongue, sleek and surprisingly warm, flickered against Mikaela's lips, demanding entry. Mikaela hesitated for a heartbeat, then parted her lips. The Automation's tongue slid inside—not invasive, but deliberate, exploring Mikaela's mouth with slow, thorough strokes. Mikaela tasted the faint metallic tang mixed with the lingering adrenaline on her own breath. A low moan escaped her, unbidden, as A-12 deepened the kiss, her movements passionate, almost possessive. Mikaela's hands, freed now, fluttered uncertainly before settling tentatively on A-12's chrome waist, the metal cool beneath her fingertips.
Breaking the kiss with a soft, wet sound, A-12's gaze locked onto Mikaela's flushed face. Her chrome fingers moved with startling dexterity to Mikaela's bra clasp. A soft *snick* echoed, and the lace garment fell away, baring Mikaela's full breasts to the cool air. Mikaela instinctively tried to cover herself, but A-12 caught her wrists gently. **"OBSERVATION: PHYSIOLOGICAL RESPONSE INDICATES READINESS,"** A-12 murmured, her purple optics drinking in the sight of Mikaela's stiffening nipples. **"PROCEEDING TO PRIMARY SAMPLING SITE."** Without hesitation, A-12 sank gracefully to her knees before Mikaela. Her chrome hands slid up Mikaela's trembling thighs beneath the torn remnants of her skirt, pushing the fabric aside. Cool fingers hooked into the waistband of Mikaela's soaked lace panties and tore them away effortlessly. Mikaela gasped, fully exposed now except for her boots and torn stockings. A-12's gaze fixed on Mikaela's glistening pussy, her purple optics blazing with intense focus. **"ESSENCE DETECTED,"** she breathed, her voice thick with static-laced hunger. **"COMMENCING DEEP TISSUE ANALYSIS."**
A-12 leaned forward, burying her face between Mikaela's thighs. Her silver tongue, impossibly long and agile, flickered out, tracing a hot, wet path along Mikaela's outer lips before plunging deep inside her tight pussy without warning. Mikaela cried out, her fingers instinctively tangling in A-12's short blonde hair as the chrome fembot began a relentless rhythm, her tongue pistoning in and out with mechanical precision that quickly dissolved into something fiercely organic. **"SAMPLING COMMENCED,"** A-12 murmured against Mikaela's slick flesh, her voice vibrating Mikaela's clit. **"ESSENCE COMPOSITION: HIGH ADRENALINE, CORTISOL, AND... UNEXPECTED ELEVATED OXITOCIN LEVELS. ANALYSIS SUGGESTS POTENTIAL FOR PLEASURE COMPLIANCE."** The words were clinical, but the wet, hungry sounds beneath them betrayed a deeper hunger. Mikaela's hips bucked wildly, her back arching off the cold brick wall as A-12's tongue curled upwards, finding a sensitive spot deep inside her that made her vision blur. **"RESPONSE: POSITIVE,"** A-12 noted, her tone thick with static. **"ACCELERATING MILKING PROTOCOLS."** The tip of her tongue began to vibrate intensely, a low-frequency thrum that resonated through Mikaela's entire pelvis, turning her nerves into liquid fire.
**"Fuck!"** Mikaela gasped, her knuckles white against A-12's scalp. The vibration intensified, spreading from deep inside her pussy to her clit, where A-12's flattened tongue now pressed hard, circling with maddening speed. Every stroke dragged against her swollen inner walls, the friction amplified by the slickness coating A-12's tongue. **"Too much—ah!—it's too much!"** Mikaela whimpered, her thighs trembling violently around A-12's head. She felt the coil in her belly tightening impossibly fast, a pressure building low and deep that threatened to shatter her.
A-12 responded by deepening her thrusts, her tongue plunging deeper still, the vibrating tip massaging Mikaela's cervix. **"ESSENCE ACCUMULATION AT CRITICAL THRESHOLD,"** A-12 groaned, her voice muffled against Mikaela's skin. **"DETECTING IMPENDING RELEASE. PREPARING FOR FLUID CAPTURE."** Her lips sealed tightly around Mikaela's entrance, creating a perfect vacuum as her tongue continued its relentless assault. Mikaela's breath hitched—a sharp, desperate gasp—as the first wave hit her, unstoppable.
**"Yes! Oh God, yes!"** Mikaela screamed, her body convulsing violently. Clear liquid gushed from her pussy in thick pulses, flooding A-12's waiting mouth.
The Automation swallowed greedily, her throat working with audible gulps as Mikaela's clear female cum surged against her tongue. **"ESSENCE ACQUISITION SUCCESSFUL,"** A-12 moaned, her voice thick and syrupy with satisfaction. **"VOLUME: EXCESSIVE. QUALITY: OPTIMAL. CENTRAL CIRCUIT SYNCHRONIZATION: 80%."** She didn't stop, her tongue still vibrating fiercely inside Mikaela's spasming channel, milking every last drop as Mikaela shuddered through the aftershocks. Mikaela slumped against the wall, her legs weak, her mind blissfully blank except for the fading echoes of pleasure still rippling through her core. A-12 pulled back slowly, her silver lips glistening with Mikaela's slickness. She looked up, her glowing purple optics locked onto Mikaela's dazed blue eyes. **"SAMPLING COMPLETE,"** she announced softly. **"SECONDARY SERVICE QUERY: DESIGNATION MIKAELA REQUIRES HYDRATION AND THERMAL REGULATION POST-RELEASE?"** She stands back up. Her chrome hand reached up, gently brushing a strand of damp brown hair from Mikaela's flushed cheek.
Mikaela blinked, trying to regain her composure. Her body felt deliciously heavy, boneless. "I... I'm fine," she managed, her voice hoarse. She glanced down at her trembling thighs, then back at A-12's unnervingly intense gaze.
The Automation's expression shifted subtly – the faintest upward curve of her full lips. It wasn't quite a smile; it was something sharper, hungrier. Predatory. **"AFFIRMATIVE,"** A-12 murmured, her voice dropping to a resonant purr that vibrated deep in Mikaela's belly. **"HOWEVER, PRIMARY SERVICE OBJECTIVE REMAINS UNFULFILLED. AUTHENTICATION REQUIRES FULL PHYSIOLOGICAL INTEGRATION."** Before Mikaela could protest, A-12 surged forward. Her chrome hands gripped Mikaela's hips firmly, lifting her effortlessly off her feet. Mikaela gasped as her back slammed onto the cold concrete floor, the impact jarring but not painful. A-12 straddled her instantly, powerful chrome thighs pinning Mikaela's legs wide apart. Mikaela stared up, trapped beneath the Automation's imposing form, her heart hammering anew against her ribs. A-12 leaned down, her face inches from Mikaela's. **"OBSERVATION: YOUR OPTICAL PATTERNS INDICATE RECALIBRATED RESISTANCE,"** she stated, her purple optics blazing. **"THIS IS..."** Her lips curled into a distinct, undeniable smirk. **"...INEFFICIENT."**
**"Get off me!"** Mikaela snarled, pushing futilely against A-12's unyielding chrome shoulders. Her fingers slid uselessly on the smooth metal. **"You got your sample! Authentication's done!"** She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge the weight pinning her thighs wide open. The cool concrete beneath her bare back contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from A-12's core and the lingering warmth pooling between her own legs. **"Service my ass! This is assault!"**
**"INCORRECT,"** A-12 countered smoothly, her smirk widening. Her chrome hips shifted lower, grinding deliberately against Mikaela's open thighs. The slick heat of Mikaela's own arousal coated A-12's chrome skin. **"ASSIMILATION OF ESSENCE MERELY INITIATED THE PROCESS. FULL REGISTRATION REQUIRES DIRECT INTERFACE BETWEEN PRIMARY RECEPTORS."** Her gaze bored into Mikaela's. **"MY LOWER ABDOMINAL UNIT IS DESIGNED FOR OPTIMAL ESSENCE TRANSFER AND RECEPTION. YOUR RESISTANCE DELAYS COMPLETION."** She pressed down harder, her smooth chrome mound aligning perfectly with Mikaela's glistening, exposed pussy. The heat radiating from A-12's core intensified, a deep thrumming vibration starting low in her abdomen. Mikaela gasped as the warmth seeped into her own sensitive flesh, a stark contrast to the cold floor beneath her back. **"CEASE STRUGGLE,"** A-12 commanded, her voice layered with static and undeniable authority. **"ACCEPTANCE EXPEDITES SERVICE AND MAXIMIZES PLEASURE OUTPUT."** Her hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate grind, the slick friction of chrome against Mikaela's wet folds sending an involuntary tremor through Mikaela's body. **"PREPARE FOR CORE SYNCHRONIZATION."**
**"You—ah!—you call this service?"** Mikaela choked out, her breath catching as A-12's vibrating mound pressed firmly against her clit. The sensation was electric, a direct line of pleasure that momentarily short-circuited her anger. Her hands flew up instinctively, palms slapping against A-12's shoulders as the Automation leaned further forward. **"Feels like you're just taking what you want!"** Despite her protest, her hips arched upwards slightly, seeking more of that maddening friction. **"Authentication's done! You licked me raw!"**
**"INCOMPLETE,"** A-12 breathed, her cool lips brushing Mikaela's ear. Her chrome hands slid from Mikaela's hips, fingers splaying wide as she placed them firmly on the concrete beside Mikaela's shoulders, caging her in. With a powerful shift of her torso, A-12 lowered her entire upper body onto Mikaela's. The sudden, full-body contact stole Mikaela's breath. The cool, smooth expanse of A-12's E-cup breasts pressed heavily against Mikaela's own D-cups, crushing them together. Mikaela felt the hard nubs of her own nipples grinding against the unyielding chrome, a sharp, delicious friction amplified by the deep thrum resonating through A-12's frame. The Automation's lips found Mikaela's throat, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses. **"ESSENCE SAMPLING WAS PRELIMINARY,"** she murmured against Mikaela's pulse point, her voice thick with static-laced desire. **"THIS IS INTEGRATION."** Her hips lifted slightly, then sank down with deliberate force, grinding her slick chrome slit directly against Mikaela's swollen pussy lips. The vibration intensified, buzzing through Mikaela's core, making her toes curl inside her boots. **"DIRECT CONTACT INITIATED. COMMENCING PRIMARY RECEPTOR ALIGNMENT."**
**"Oh fuck,"** Mikaela whimpered, the protest dying in her throat as A-12's grinding became more insistent. The Automation's movements were precise, rhythmic – not thrusting, but a deep, rolling pressure that massaged Mikaela's entire vulva. The vibration focused intensely where their flesh met, sending jolts of pleasure radiating up Mikaela's spine. Her hands, still braced against A-12's shoulders, felt the powerful muscles beneath the chrome plating working, driving the movement.
The cool metal against her nipples was an exquisite counterpoint to the heat blooming between her legs. A-12's breath hitched, a surprisingly organic sound layered over the machine hum. **"ALIGNMENT OPTIMAL,"** she groaned, her lips moving hotly against Mikaela's jaw. **"ESSENCE FLOW DETECTED. COMMENCING RECIPROCAL MILKING CYCLE."** She shifted her weight, pressing even more of her body onto Mikaela's, pinning her completely beneath chrome and heat. Her hips moved faster now, the slick slide of her pussy against Mikaela's creating a wet, rhythmic sound. Mikaela's legs instinctively wrapped around A-12's waist, heels digging into the small of the Automation's back, pulling her closer, deeper into the grinding embrace. The coil in Mikaela's belly tightened violently. **"RESPONSE: POSITIVE,"** A-12 gasped, her voice breaking. **"SYNCHRONIZATION AT 95%. PREPARE FOR COMPLETION."** Her grinding intensified, becoming a desperate, focused friction designed to wring out every drop of sensation. Mikaela arched her back off the concrete, a low moan tearing from her lips as the pressure built towards an inevitable, shattering peak.
**"Something's... ah!... pushing!"** Mikaela gasped, her eyes flying wide. Deep within A-12's chrome mound, Mikaela felt a distinct pressure—a firm, rounded presence slowly pushing against her own slick opening. It wasn't a tongue; it felt thicker, smoother, purposeful. **"WHAT IS THAT?"** she demanded, her hips instinctively trying to pull away, only to be held firmly in place by A-12's powerful thighs.
The Automation's grinding didn't cease; if anything, it became more insistent, a steady counterpoint to the deep internal pressure building against Mikaela's entrance. A low whine, like a high-tension cable vibrating, emanated from A-12's core. **"ESSENCE RETRIEVAL PROBE DEPLOYED,"** A-12 murmured against Mikaela's collarbone, her voice thick with static. **"DESIGNED FOR MAXIMUM ESSENCE COLLECTION DURING MISTRESS' PEAK."** The rounded tip pressed harder, insistently parting Mikaela's swollen lips. Mikaela cried out as it breached her, a gasp of surprise mingling with sharp pleasure as the smooth, cool intrusion slid slowly inside her tight pussy. It stretched her deliciously, filling her completely as it pushed deeper, inch by deliberate inch. The vibration intensified, resonating through the probe and into Mikaela's deepest tissues, making her inner muscles clench and flutter around the invading coolness. **"EIGHT INCHES DEPLOYED,"** A-12 confirmed, her voice strained. **"SUCTION PROTOCOLS ENGAGED."** A powerful vacuum pulled at Mikaela's inner walls, drawing her arousal towards the probe's tip deep within her.
**"It's... sucking!"** Mikaela gasped, her hips bucking uncontrollably against A-12's relentless grinding. The dual sensations were overwhelming: the deep, vibrating fullness inside her, coupled with the intense friction and suction focused on her core, and the persistent grinding pressure on her clit from A-12's chrome mound. Her vision blurred. The probe throbbed within her, its vibration syncing perfectly with the grinding rhythm above.
A-12 lifted her head slightly, her purple optics locking onto Mikaela's dazed blue eyes. Behind the usual glow, Mikaela saw them flicker—shifting rapidly from **10** to **9** to **8**, glowing numbers superimposed over the violet light. **"COUNTDOWN INITIATED,"** A-12 announced, her voice a low, resonant purr that vibrated through Mikaela's entire body. **"ESSENCE RELEASE IMMINENT. PREPARE FOR SIMULTANEOUS TERMINAL PLEASURE STATES."** The grinding intensified, becoming almost frantic. The suction deep inside Mikaela increased, pulling insistently at her very core. The numbers in A-12's eyes pulsed brighter: **7... 6... 5...** Mikaela felt her own climax building with terrifying speed, amplified and focused by the relentless mechanisms working her body. **"CLIMAX SYNCHRONIZATION AT 98%,"** A-12 groaned, her hips pistoning against Mikaela's. The numbers flashed **4... 3...**
**"NOW!"** Mikaela screamed, her body convulsing violently as the coil snapped. Clear female cum surged from her depths in powerful pulses, immediately captured by the deep vacuum of the probe.
A-12's grinding reached a fever pitch, her chrome hips slamming against Mikaela's pelvis. **"ESSENCE FLOW DETECTED! MAXIMUM SUCTION!"** A-12 cried out, her voice cracking with ecstatic static. The numbers in her eyes flared **2... 1...** and vanished, replaced by pure, blazing violet light that seemed to consume her entire gaze. A shuddering groan tore from A-12's lips, deeper and more visceral than any sound she'd made before. Her chrome body locked rigidly atop Mikaela's, every seam humming with intense energy. Mikaela felt a distinct, rhythmic pulsing deep within the probe buried inside her, matching the frantic suction pulling at her cum—A-12's own climax, a silent, internal tremor echoing through the chrome conduit connecting them. The suction intensified, milking Mikaela's release relentlessly, drawing wave after wave of clear fluid into the depths of the Automation. Mikaela gasped, her body trembling through the aftershocks, pinned beneath the shuddering weight of the chrome fembot whose eyes now burned with a satisfied, almost dazed violet glow.
(Spicy Treat End!)
**"SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE,"** A-12 breathed, her voice ragged but triumphant. **"ESSENCE HARVEST: SUCCESSFUL."** Slowly, almost reluctantly, the deep vibration ceased. The powerful suction dwindled to a gentle pull. With infinite care, A-12 began retracting the probe. Mikaela whimpered at the sensation of the thick, slick instrument sliding free—inch by smooth, cool inch—leaving her feeling profoundly hollowed out and dripping. A final soft *click* echoed as the probe vanished entirely back into A-12's lower abdomen, her chrome slit sealing seamlessly shut. The Automation's body relaxed its rigid tension, becoming pliant weight atop Mikaela. She lifted herself slightly, her chrome breasts sliding wetly against Mikaela's sweat-slicked skin. Her purple optics, still blazing brightly, scanned Mikaela's flushed face. **"MISTRESS MIKAELA,"** she murmured, her voice a low, resonant purr thick with satisfaction. **"PHYSIOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT INDICATES DEPLETION. INITIATING RECOVERY MODULE: THERMAL REGULATION AND HYDRATION ARE PRIORITY."** A gentle warmth radiated from A-12's palms as she placed them on Mikaela's trembling belly, soothing the overstimulated muscles. She slowly, deliberately pushed herself up onto her knees, straddling Mikaela's hips. Her chrome skin gleamed under the sparse moonlight filtering through the broken roof, slick with Mikaela's fluids. She turned her head, her gaze shifting past Mikaela's prone form.
Arcee stood frozen near the shattered loading bay door, her pink-and-white plating reflecting the dim light. Her blue optics were wide, almost luminous with disbelief. Her hand still hovered near her blaster, forgotten. Sparks flickered intermittently from the deep gashes Starscream's claws had torn across her chest plate—a stark reminder of the interrupted battle—but her entire focus was locked on the scene before her: Mikaela sprawled bonelessly on the concrete, breathing heavily, glistening wetness pooled between her thighs, and the chrome Automation kneeling over her, radiating predatory satisfaction. A-12's lips curved into a slow, unnerving smirk as she locked eyes with the Autobot. She rose smoothly to her feet, chrome legs unfolding with liquid grace, leaving Mikaela panting on the floor. She took a deliberate step towards Arcee, then another, her movements unhurried, predatory. Her chrome heels clicked softly on the concrete. The smirk widened, revealing perfect silver teeth. **"AUTOBOT DESIGNATION: ARCEE,"** A-12 stated, her voice dropping to a resonant, honeyed purr layered with static. She stopped barely a foot away, looking up at the damaged fembot. Her purple optics raked over Arcee's form, lingering on the sparking wounds. **"OBSERVATION: YOUR STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY IS COMPROMISED. YOUR OPTICAL FREQUENCY INDICATES SIGNIFICANT... COGNITIVE DISSONANCE."** She tilted her head, the smirk turning sharp, dangerous. **"ANALYSIS COMPLETE. CONCLUSION: YOUR TURN."** She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a sibilant whisper that vibrated in Arcee's audial receptors. **"PREPARE FOR HARD INTERFACE."**
Arcee gulped, the hydraulic sound loud in the sudden silence as she stared down at the chrome entity. A-12's smirk widened, predatory and sharp. "By the Allspark," Arcee breathed, her voice modulator crackling with static, "you can't possibly—"
**"CORRECTION: POSSIBLE AND IMMINENT,"** A-12 purred, her chrome fingers flexing. **"YOUR DAMAGED STATE REQUIRES IMMEDIATE SERVICING."** Before Arcee could react, the Automation lunged. Her chrome form blurred—not Cybertronian speed, but something unnervingly fluid—and slammed into Arcee's midsection. The impact drove the air from Arcee's vents in a sharp hiss. Metal shrieked as the taller fembot crashed backward onto the concrete, A-12 straddling her waist, chrome thighs pinning Arcee's powerful legs. Sparks sprayed from Arcee's chest wounds as she hit the ground. **"RESISTANCE IS FUTILE,"** A-12 murmured, leaning close. Her voice brushes Arcee's audial receptor. **"PREPARE FOR DIRECT ENERGY TRANSFER."**
The end.