All in a Day's Work: Sam x Everyone

Um, hello! *Waves* I'm new here, and this would be my first story. (Strangely enough, it would be about robot sex.)

Reviews are welcome, because this is going to be a series of where... (lol) Sam basically sleeps with everyone that is not human. I started writing because basically, shipping Sam with everyone is my OTP, and I felt like there wasn't enough Sam-loving going around. So, I had to create my own.

Well, go ahead and leave a review, since they are welcome here. *Leaves to sleep in bed* Goodnight!

"Mikaela, I don't know about this." A feeble voice wheedled out from behind a thick wooden door. The small sharp snap of hose against skin could be heard.

The slim brunette tapped her foot on the ground, leaning against the wall. The concrete and metal was cold on her back. The Autobots have just finished building their NEST base, so everything was relatively new here. There was even a slight smudge of dust left on your fingers if you stroked the wall.

Mikaela sighed. "Sam, I know that you've saved the world once-"

"Twice!"

"Alright, twice." Mikaela replied sarcastically. She tipped her head backwards. "But you should give the Autobots a sort of… um, thank-you."

"I get that part, but what I don't get is why this has to do with anything relating to this subject?"

Mikaela said nothing. The reason that they broke up was because of the Autobots. It wasn't that she was mad or anything, it was just because Mikaela noticed something about the way that the Autobots looked at Sam. Lingering touches, as well as checking whether Sam was injured or not. As well as gazes that seemed to radiate something… something that Mikaela felt that she couldn't give as well as the Autobots could.

"Well, you're not smart or anything. What else can you give them?"

"Hey!" Mikaela flipped around from the wall and started shaking the door handle.

"Come on, Sam! I want to see! Come on and shake that booty, Mister!"

She heard a sigh, and the door slowly opened. Sam ambled awkwardly out of the restroom wearing what looked to be a naughty, naughty nurse costume. The fabric was a light pink, with red crosses placed over non-existent breasts. Little silver buttons lined the entire length of the outfit. There was even a nurse's cap on his head.

The outfit was also very short that it barely covered his panty hose adorned ass.

Nice touch.

Mikaela had to get it online, because she wasn't going anywhere in public to buy one of these sleazy costumes. She even erased the history and closed her computer because the website of so seedy she felt that it was going to get a virus.

"Niceee, Sam. You look great." She couldn't resist the perverted look on her face.

"Every word that you're saying right now is boosting down my man-ego." Sam grimaced when the stockings rubbed against each other, creating a squeaking noise.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Mikaela, why am I doing this? More importantly, why are you helping?"

Mikaela rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Don't you want to repay the Autobots?" She waved one of her hands absentmindedly. "You know, make them happy?"

"Bu-"

"You've wasted enough time, you moron! Ratchet is waiting in the other room!" Mikaela pushed the surprised boy across the room towards a large metal door.

Ratchet? Sam was thinking furiously, gears grinding and steam whistles whistling.

Oh no, Sam thought. The fucking nurses costume.

He thought it was weird for the Autobots to have a thing for nurses.

Now Sam was slightly panicking. Bumblebee had mentioned that Ratchet was a bit of a crank when it came to taking care of patients. Ratchet was gentle with him and Mikaela, but Bumblebee didn't exactly praise Ratchet when he came up in a conversation…

Mikaela pushed Sam through the door, and slamming it shut behind his back.

Sam gulped, when a lime-green mech turned to face him. He felt like a real twat in this costume. He unconsciously tugged at the skirt.

"Sam?" The medic stood near Sam in a comfortable distance. Sam couldn't help but press himself against the wall, knowing what was eventually going to happen sooner or later. The mech noticed the shivering, and sighed impatiently. He kneeled the lowest he could to the human

"Samuel, you know that we don't intend to hurt you." A large green servo descended near his feet. Sam shakily climbed in, as Ratchet gently cradled the human to his chest. The metal surrounding him was warm, and Sam couldn't help but sink into the comfortable position. Ratchet had started to stride down the empty hall.

"We are Autobots, Sam. As different as we may seem, we are generally almost the same in mannerism and emotions. Even our body structure is similar to human anatomy, although your species is organic and ours is transitional cybertronian metals."

Sam thought this over, considering this information. "Okay, but what does this have to do with all the Autobots having the hoots for me?" Ratchet sighed.

"It is the Allspark, Sam. Though we won't deny that you are not unattractive, Allspark energy resides in you. Therefore, it produces waves that could knock over several mechs right now." Ratchet stopped in front of a large entrance. The mech keyed in the code, and the door slide open. "Even right now, the Autobots have been feeling quite strange around you. I do not understand the mechanics, but I will research later on." He gently placed Sam on a berth. The human sat down and pulling at the skirt, looked around.

"Er, is this your place Ratch?" There were large mechanical tools attached to the walls, and laying in trays neatly surrounding a large metal slab that was several meters over Sam's head.

"Yes Sam. I though it would be more sufficient if I incorporated my work area with my sleeping berth." Ratchet shuttered his blue optics, however, when he said the last word. "But it would be alright for you to come share it anytime you would like."

Ratchet lifted on of his fingers and placed it beneath the boys chin.

Sam stared at the blue brightness with an essence of disbelief. Was Ratchet inviting him to sleep with him?

Awkward.

"I- I don't know, Ratch. This is really new to me-" Sam was stopped from finishing his sentence when Ratchet descended his finger to stroke lightly on his southern region. He was nervous, but there was this other feeling too. His groin felt suddenly hot. Where the hell did that come from?

"Are you sure? Your human male organ seems to be reacting differently from what you are saying. Quite differently in fact, as it is quickly filling up with blood and that your temperature is rising."

"W-well I can't help iieeee…"

Sam's face was starting to sweat, the nurses cap falling to crumple behind him as he propped up his hips to have more contact of Ratchet's finger. His length was slowly rising through the sheer pantyhose; pre-come leaking through the dark silky material.

"Hmm, better observation is needed, Samuel." Ratchet almost purred, his vents starting to kick in. Ratchet reached out with both his servos, and proceeded to rip the pantyhose to pieces.

Sam cried out. "Wait, don't rip it!" The skirt of his flimsy costume started to ride up, until it was around his slim waist. Warm metal fingers grazed his balls while he could hear the faint tearing of the delicate material. His back arched in a complete bow, as though a bolt of electricity flowed through his body into his mind. Why was he feeling like this?

"The nurse shouldn't protest: They should assist. Now, be cooperative and behave, dear Sam." Ratchet's eyes flared when the throbbing member leaked a drop of pre-cum, and the shiny substance slid down the entire length to between his asscheeks. Combined with the site of a panting Nurse Sam, his mouth half open with gasps and sweaty strands of hair, he couldn't have looked more delectable for picking.

And I am the first, Ratchet thought smugly.

He bent over the human, until the surface of his face was inline with Sam's crotch. Slowly, Ratchet ran his glossia across the puckering hole before plunging it sharply inside to lubricate the soft area.

Sam jerked, his face twisting sideways in uncontrolled pleasure. This was an entirely new sensation to him. He's never done this before, but it felt so erotic and so differently good, he didn't care what it looked like. He could become addicted to it. Just… don't… stop…

"Ah-ha, Ratch, wait-don't d-do that!" He clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle a choke. The mech had just taken his glossia out of the retracting hole and ran it over the tip of his cock, sucking at the end. His legs were so spread out, Sam already felt like a slut. But he didn't care.

After being properly lubricated, Ratchet retracted his glossia and proceeded to reach down to undo his crotch plate. His length, which was protesting from the confinement, was glad to finally have been released. Sam, even through all his pleasure, noticed the large member and gulped.

It was big. Not big for the mech, but much bigger than most human males should be.

Ratchet gently placed a servo on each of Sam's thighs. "Do not be frightened Sam. After proper preparation, there should not be a problem for either of us to achieve an overload. Now," He gently flicked the boy's ass and Sam yelped. "Just relax."

The mech gently touched Sam's cock in short strokes, his fingers looking enormous next to Sam's body. The organic body beneath him loosened in pleasure, and Ratchet wasted no time prodding Sam's opening with the tip of his cock.

Sam's chest twitched from the feeling, but the mech had proceeded to run one of his fingers down the length of his body, occasionally tweaking one of his nipples underneath the thin cloth, to soothe the boy. Eventually, Ratchet had managed to encase himself in Sam's warm, wet heat. He started to move his hips slowly, inch by inch.

"You are d-doing very good, Samuel." Flinching when Sam tightened against his sensitive shaft. Sam cried out, arching his thin body when his body was rammed repeatedly. Ratchet was practically radiating with heat. He purred, running his glossia across his lips in a predatory matter. "Very… very good."

Then leaning over Sam, Ratchet started to proceed to slam into the human's hot little entrance.

The rubbing of his prostate, including the soft touches and gentle strokes of his cock, Sam almost didn't feel the faint prick of pain while his hole was stretched from the vigorous movements. He was so overcome with pleasure, his vision was clouded with a vague lime-green figure…

Sam had his orgasm forcefully, shooting his white essence up and across his chest as his sweaty body arched from the surface, his mouth open as tears and perspiration ran down his face. It felt so good that he didn't want it to stop, but it all came to a quick end when his body slumped down roughly, his limbs now turned to jelly.

Ratchet quickly shifted his hips, eventually reaching his overload. He jerked his head back and yelled as he shot within Sam, filling him with hot robot oil. His whole frame shook, and he had to prop himself up against the wall, in order to prevent Sam from being crushed. The Autobot's optics glittered with a renewed energy, and Ratchet fairly hummed in content as he slid a finger down the boys face.

"Sleep for now Samuel. I will talk to you later about how this will be sorted out with the others." Content with the overload, Ratchet gently picked up the sweating male and cradled him to his chest plates.

Tired but comfortable, Sam grunted in appreciation before slipping into sleep, thinking that maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

TBC

... did I just write this? Wow, I'm feeling a little hot somewhere. Ratchet and Sam isn't a common pairing but I felt like Ratchet (who knows more about human anatomy than the others) should go first. Who's next? ;)