Bee sits in his altmode in front of a school, waiting for Raf to get out. His windows are cracked and his radio loud; loud enough to jam out properly, but still quiet enough to not disturb the school.
Hearing the bell ring, the excitement in Bee rises. He adjusts his mirror towards the door, and beeps when he spots Raf running down the steps.
After a long day with Raf and finally sending him home, Bumblebee cruised along the desolate desert roads of Jasper, the empty expanse echoing with the tunes playing softly from his radio.
Bee hums along to the tunes as he speeds down the desolate desert road, feeling the warmth of the night breeze on his metal skin. Looking at the long stretch of nothingness before him, he can't help but feel a little lonely. But then again... maybe that was just another one of those silly human emotions that Cybertronians didn't need to bother with. With a snort and a chuff, he focuses on the road ahead, intent on making it back to base soon.
Suddenly, Bumblebee felt an urge for release. He pulled over to a secluded canyon to relieve himself.
Bee hovers over the edge of the canyon, taking aim at a rock below before unleashing his steam in a powerful jet. The heat from the stream causes some pebbles to sizzle where they hit the ground, sending plumes of dust into the air around him. He lets out a satisfied chuff as he finishes, watching the smoke waft away on the breeze before turning back towards the road.
As Bee was retracting his metallic genitalia (scientifically named a 'spike'), preparing to move on, he noticed a jackhammer embedded in a boulder, seemingly abandoned. The sight sparked a dirty idea, it had been too long since Bee properly relieved himself, and the thought of using the jackhammer as a dildo caused his spike to began erecting.
"Hmm... that jackhammer could be... interesting..." Bee thought to himself as he hovers over to the boulder. His spike lengthens further, pressing eagerly against the metal tool. He positions himself carefully, lining up his valve with the handle and prepares for a moment of what humans would probably call 'intense pleasure' but Cybertronians know simply as 'sparklings in all the right places'. With a grinding hum, he thrusts forward, sliding the length of his spike into the jackhammer. The sensation is unlike anything Bee has felt in quite some time; it feels like hitting the energon jackpot!
Bee begins to rock back and forth against the embedded tool, groaning out beeps and whistles of pleasure as sparks begin to dance around his spike and interface panel. His thrusts grow faster, harder; the desolate desert air filling with the sounds of his muted moans.
Not even a minute in, and Bee could already feel himslef close to cumming. After all, it had been so long since he last used his valve.
With one final thrust, Bumblebee lets out a triumphant cry and experiences what can only be described as an orgasmic overload of sparks coursing through his entire frame. His body shudders violently as he releases a torrent of energon into the jackhammer, his spike pulsating with each powerful contraction. Finally, spent but satisfied, he falls limply to the ground, panting heavily and watching the last few sparks dance around his cooling interface panel before fading away into darkness.
"Wow... that was intense." Bumblebee thinks to himself as he tries to catch his breath, feeling rather embarrassed about what just happened. He should really get back on the road and report in at base; Prime wouldn't be too happy if he found out about this little detour. With a sigh, Bee hovers up and continues down the desert road, once again alone with his thoughts and that nagging feeling of... shame? Maybe it was just disappointment in himself for giving into an urge that didn't truly matter. Either way, he knew he'd have to do better next time, on both fronts.
*While driving through the empty desert road, Bumblebee's spike panel suddenly disengaged, leaving his spike to hang loosely as it grinded against the road's rough texture. Bee had forgotten to properly close his panel before transforming, but it didn't matter now, as the feeling of his spike grinding against the road refuelled his lust
Bee moans as he continues to grind his spike against the road, finding himself unable to resist the alluring sensation. His audials flick out in an unmistakable display of arousal, and a stream of sparks leak from beneath his vehicle mode. Bee tries to concentrate on the road ahead while tugging uselessly at his disengaged spike panel. It doesn't budge, leaving him helpless against the surging lust threatening to overwhelm him
With a frustrated growl, Bee abandons all pretense and completely focuses on the pleasure of grinding his spike against the road. The sensation is like nothing he's ever felt before, intense and unrelenting. His sparks flare brightly, painting the desert night in an eerie yellow hue. As he picks up speed, he begins to make strange, animalistic noises that would be utterly embarrassing if anyone else were around to hear them. The pressure built up inside his chassis threatens to tear him apart as his sparkling reaches a fever pitch.
Finally, with a cry that sounds more like a whine, Bee lets out his energon as his spike erupts in an explosion of sparks and fluids. The released tension sends him spinning out of control, careening off the road and skidding to a stop several yards away. His systems flare wildly before finally settling down to their normal levels. With a groan, Bee rolls back onto his wheels and looks sheepishly at his disengaged spike panel. He'll definitely have to explain this one to Optimus when he gets back to base...