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A Night with Little Mouse (Starscream/OC)

Art: botmilf

Divider: inklore

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!

Word Count: 4,000 +

Plot: Knock Out suggests that Starscream pays a visit to a particular brothel on Cybertron. (Showing my love for @botmilf’s Project Aphrodite! Thank you so much for granting me the permission to write this fic with your OC as well as my own!)

Starscream scowled his way into the brothel on Cybertron, his wings twitching and his claws flexing. Agitated, he glanced around, overlooking the sights as well as the nasty looks from other patrons. He ignored them with a huff, rather fixing his attention on the pristine, internal architecture the establishment had to offer. The walls were glistening, and the curtains were tinged in golden hues. Evidently, the people who designed the building as a whole incorporated many aspects of cybertronian culture into the decor. It was a wide variety; Starscream even grew reminiscent of Vos.

And then, he grumbled, recalling Knock Out’s words.

“Really, how long has it been since you’ve had a good frag? Trust me, Screamer, an experience at Aphrodite’s will do you well!”

Starscream mumbled to himself.

“Oh, I sincerely doubt that.”

He found it tasteless that the former Decepticon physician was currently working at the brothel as a stylist.

But truly, it happened to explain a lot.

Starscream humphed until he reached the front desk of the foyer, shifting his mass into something more tolerable for humans. Now the proper size, he cleared his vents a little, successfully gaining the attention of a dark-haired woman sitting behind several monitors.

“Oh. Welcome to Aphrodite’s. I’m Wyatt Morgan.”

She was embellished in fancy attire and embroideries, her eyes glistening with a firm but casual look. With one or two glances in her direction, Starscream safely determined that she owned the brothel herself.

Begrudgingly, he introduced himself.

“Starscream.”

Wyatt nodded.

“Yes, I know. Ratchet told me about you. Are you here to request an evening with one of our employees?”

Starscream quirked an optic ridge. Apparently, Knock Out shared information with the former Autobot CMO.

“Yes,” he grumbled. “I am.”

Wyatt checked one of her monitors. As the Seeker waited, he tapped his claws on the edge of the desk.

“Ah, only one lady in our staff is willing to see a Decepticon today.”

He frowned.

“And who might that be?”

The woman hummed.

“Mm, you’re in luck. ‘Little Mouse’ is her stage name. She’ll be delighted to see you tonight.”

Starscream’s tone shifted to sarcasm as he rolled his optics.

“I’m…charmed.”

“Oh, also, payment is upfront.”

Starscream growled.

…

Starscream slouched through the halls of Aphrodite's, his crimson optics flickering over the glistening tapestry on the walls. From Wyatt, he followed the directions to Little Mouse’s suite. He mumbled to himself, a glower etched across his faceplate.

Would the experience be worth his precious time and shanix? Probably not. Did he intend to turn around and forget the whole expedition? No, not really, not when he was so close to his destination.

His wings tilted downwards once he reached the entrance to her suite, feeling reluctant. He paused for a moment before pressing on the doors, allowing them to give way and reveal the room inside.

Starscream nearly performed a double-take at the sight in front of him. The suite was completely designed after outer space itself. Within the room, there was a soft berth with moon-printed blankets and pillows. On the ceiling, lights in the shape of stars glinted and casted their glow on the floor. The walls were painted with planets and constellations, and the curtains were silky and blue.

His gaze flicked to the corner. A lady resided on a chair near the partially-covered windows, using a cloth to polish what appeared to be a telescope. Starscream furrowed his optic ridges, inspecting her closer. She was tiny, even more so than he initially thought her to be. Her hair, long and red, draped over the coat concealing her body. When she turned upon hearing him enter, Starscream noticed that her eyes were vibrant and green.

“Oh, hello, Starscream.” She stood and bowed at him. “I hope the day has been treating you well.”

Her voice, soft and gentle, stirred a strange feeling inside the mech. He was certainly pleased by the little bow she performed for him.

“Yes, it’s been…manageable.”

He gritted his denta. He would be damned to admit how sexually-frustrated he was to a human.

The woman nodded. After walking over to her bed, she set a palm to the blankets.

“Well, I’m here to make it even better. Now, sit please.”

Starscream made his way to the berth. Much to his own surprise, he listened to her instructions and sat down. she smiled as she took a step back, finally shedding her coat.

“Er, Little Mouse,” he felt his faceplate grow warm, “why are you the only human who is seeing Decepticons?”

She hummed as she hung her coat on the hangar. As she turned, the mech now received a full look at her appearance. What she lacked in height, she made up for in round and fleshy curves. Her lingerie, flimsy and lacy, was also decorated after the stars.

“I’m not the only one; I’m just the only one available for tonight.”

Starscream nodded, curt and flustered. He supposed that it made sense, given the reputation of Decepticons. He quickly glanced over her room, his optics trying (and failing) to not trail back to her.

“A fan of the cosmos, I take it?”

Little Mouse laughed.

“Yeah! I love outer space! Especially Cybertron, you know.”

With that said, she sat on the edge of her bed beside him, crossing one leg elegantly over the other. Starscream chuckled a little, finding amusement in her enthusiasm.

“Oh? You are fascinated by my planet?”

Little Mouse nodded.

“Sure! It’s a beautiful world with much to offer, really, I can see why you enjoy it so much.”

Starscream grinned.

“Indeed I do.”

It wasn’t a lie. For a moment, he believed that he caught the faintest trace of pink on her pale face. However, she then cleared her throat and patted the space next to her.

“But enough about that, why don’t you tell me your desires?”

Once more, Starscream felt his metal cheeks burn. It took a nanosec for him to recompose himself.

“Well, to be blunt, Little Mouse, I have low expectations for this encounter.” His voice darkened as he loomed over her. “You see, I’m not very fond of fleshies like the others of my species.”

She frowned, completely unaffected by his intimidating aura.

“Then why’d you come here?”

Starscream found himself stumbling, not wanting to admit his issues with masturbating alone.

“Well, I…I just thought it’d be wise to…”

Little Mouse cut off his words with a seductive grin, one that even encouraged his own wings to briefly flutter.

“If you’re frustrated, I can help with that.” She placed a hand next to his servo. “Honest.”

The Seeker paused, uncertain of how to proceed with her. Without thinking much, he took her hand in his claws, feeling the soft skin and warmth.

“Starscream, do you know what a kiss is?”

He huffed, borderline offended by her words.

“Do you take me for a fool? Of course I know what a kiss is.”

Little Mouse’s green eyes twinkled.

“Can I kiss you?”

Starscream didn’t say anything after that. Slowly, with the constant thrumming of his spark, he closed his optics and leaned in for a kiss. Little Mouse, urged by his motions, followed suit. Soft lips pressed gently against his dermas. They were moist and plump, entirely alien against his own. He jostled a bit from the new sensation, but a light touch on the side of his narrow torso soothed him into relaxation. Together, the pair moved the pieces of their mouths against each other, exchanging heat and passion. However, something awakened inside Starscream, prompting him to kiss her just a little harder.

Once he pulled back, he heard her whine for him.

“Oh, come now, don’t be shy.” Starscream grinned. “We’re just starting, aren’t we?”

Little Mouse pouted. Still, she returned to the kiss, reciprocating his rough movements until a sudden moan erupted from Starscream’s vocalizer. Instead of retracting himself from her, he stayed still, drawing his claws down the sides of her supple body. In response, the woman’s fingers grappled with her clothing.

Starscream chose to end the kiss, intrigued by the new reaction.

”Here. Allow me to help with that.”

His sharp fingers danced across her skin, gradually removing the outer layer of her apparel. He relished in her moans, chuckling.

“A pity, really…such pretty garments, removed so soon.”

He lowered the straps to her bra. Once she slipped out of it completely, the only clothes that remained on her was her black underwear. Starscream focused his attention elsewhere for now. Acknowledging the fact that he was eyeing her chest, Little Mouse began to fondle it.

“Like what you see?”

Starscream fought the urge to look away out of embarrassment, his interface panels feeling a bit restricting.

“It’s…easy on the optics.”

Little Mouse came closer, giving him the hint to touch her. He outstretched his claws and gave her chest a squeeze, reminding himself to be tender. As a servo fondled one fleshy mound, his claws pinched the pink bud of the other. Pleased by her cries, he chuckled.

“Remind me, what are these called again?”

Little Mouse tossed her head backwards.

“Breasts. Tits. Boobs. You name it. Point is, they’re especially sensitive now.”

Starscream was smug.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

As he continued to grasp and squish, Little Mouse’s fingers eventually found their way back to her chest, grazing over his own digits. She tapped the nubs in the center, showing him.

“You can suck on them, if you want.”

Intrigued, Starscream lowered himself as Little Mouse leaned backwards. With one arm, he pulled her close and started to mouth on a nipple.

“Ah! Starscream!”

The mech cackled, enjoying himself as well as the way her nipples hardened under his denta. Carefully, he nibbled them with just the right amount of pressure. Little Mouse moaned and wriggled in delight, her hands gripping the bed sheets while her voice called out for him and him alone. His glossa licked one bud while moving slightly to nip on the other. Never before did Starscream feel such softness from someone. Were all humans this soft, or was it just her?

He pulled back to speak to her.

“Perhaps I could grow accustomed to these…assets of yours.”

He slowed, feeling the beat of her heart through his claws. He paused, narrowing his optics to process the rhythm until the human lifted her head to stare at him through lidded eyes.

“And what about you?”

Starscream tilted his helm.

“Hm?”

Little Mouse inched forward.

“Can I…touch your wings?”

The question appeared so innocent, her tone coming from a place of genuine curiosity. It took him a moment of blinking before answering her.

“Oh! Well, yes, I suppose you can…for a nanosec or two.”

With that, he turned, his back now facing her. In a way that was almost too gentle for words, Little Mouse began to graze her palms over his sets of wings.

“Does this feel okay?”

Almost immediately, his wings found their way into her hands, flicking and bouncing into the generous touch.

“Mm. Yes. That’s…rather nice.”

He hummed and purred, his wings fluttering and making her laugh. The feeling was indescribable, a bit too unfamiliar to him. Regardless, he enjoyed her warmth, the fingers of her hands tapping and stroking the edges of his wings.

“Ah, you know just where to touch, human.”

Although, it made sense, given her line of work.

While Little Mouse proceeded to fondle his wings, his claws kneaded steadily at her mattress. During the massage, he felt something soft squish into his back strut. Starscream stiffened at the abrupt but welcoming sensation of her tits, feeling the dampness from when he sucked on them. The lady laughed, now pressing kisses onto his wings. He shuddered in excitement, a low squeak leaving his dermas.

“Ooh!”

Little Mouse leaned in close behind him.

“Get ready, Starscream. We have a long night ahead of us.”

The winged mech blushed as he turned, giving time for Little Mouse to stand from the bed.

“Care to lean back for me? I would like to see your interface equipment.”

Starscream did as he was asked, feeling at ease by her touch and reassuring voice. His back strut and wings sank into the cushions below him. From the ground, the redhead knelt, surveying his codpiece. Slowly, she lifted a hand and rubbed it. However, after only several moments, she introduced her lips into the mix. The very action prompted his spike to expose itself to her with a click and a hiss. It pressurized, stunning both the lady and the mech.

Finally, she spoke.

“You have a lovely spike, Starscream.” Her voice grew faint as she glanced at him for approval. “May I lick it?”

The mech felt his own spark softening.

“How am I to refuse when you ask so sweetly, Little Mouse?”

Gradually, the woman leaned in and kissed the shaft of his bulbous spike. The crimson biolights glowed and flashed when transfluid spurted from the tip. Starscream blushed as she smiled, continuing to lick him with her wet tongue. Her fingers drew over the smooth plating of his thighs, gripping him. She pressed more kisses to his girth, over and over again, showering him in such affection that made his processor spin.

“Little Mouse…”

With her mouth, she then sucked on him, bobbing her tiny head up and down as she twirled her tongue around his shaft. Starscream shivered, his optics nearly rolling back into his helm as he felt her devour him with licks and grazes of her teeth.

“S…Scrap.”

In the past, the idea of a human sucking his spike abhorred him. However, the lips of Little Mouse were undeniably stimulating, leaving him craving more. Perhaps Knock Out really did have the right idea.

After lifting himself, his servos ran through her hair, the red strands falling between his claws.

“What a gentle Mouse you are…pleasing my spike in such a way.”

A fresh layer of pink doused her cheeks. Slowly, she pulled away from him with a loud pop from her lips. Before he could worry that he turned her off, she surprised him by winking at him and propping herself upwards onto the bed. Starscream’s knees shook once her tits greeted his shaft. As she used her chest to tease him, the Seeker was driven nearly mad by the plethora of soft sensations. Her breasts, plump and squishy, squeezed his spike, causing it to twitch. He stuttered, retracting his claws from her hair to instead grip the sheets beside her.

“L…Little Mouse, I-”

Starscream’s voice was interrupted by a moan. He came before he could even warn her properly, unloading himself onto her chest, turning it into the most magnificent shade of pink. Just as he expected her to reel back from him, she instead licked his transfluid quite greedily from the tip and side of his spike. Starscream’s jaw dropped as he felt her bless him with another kiss. Once she was finished, she smirked at him from between his legs.

Flustered, he stammered.

“W...Well, aren’t you an eager one…”

Again, she laughed. And then, she stood. As Starscream recovered with vents and shakes of his wings, she removed the rest of her underwear, her own interface equipment now revealing itself to him. She sat on the bed, approaching him.

“Alright, your turn. I want to be properly wet before I take your spike.”

The Seeker cocked his helm at her, curiously glancing at her wet valve on display. A little shy, Little Mouse shifted her thighs, trying to cover herself.

“Well, what do you think?”

Starscream hummed with a claw against his chin.

“Not so different from our own.”

It was true. It was pink and fleshy, resembling a valve but in a more organic way. Strangely, it didn’t disgust him in the slightest. Continuing to ride his high, Starscream carefully reached outwards and held her close to him against the pillows of the mattress. Minding his spike, he embraced her, ensuring that they were both comfortable.

Metal and flesh never felt so intoxicating.

“But how well does it lubricate?”

A sweet moan escaped her lips as he danced his claws against her slit, teasing her and cooing to her.

“Nngh! Starscream!”

He chuckled, his digits brushing against her cunt.

“So many folds to explore…I could learn to enjoy this, my dear.”

“You already are!”

Using his thumb, the bluntest of his digits, he fingered her, cautiously dipping into her entrance. With his other claws, he circled her little node, playing with her. Little Mouse’s head fell back against him, her eyes closing shut in total bliss. With her fingers, she gripped him as much as she could, her breath quickening.

“Starscream!”

He cackled, increasing the speed of his fingering. It was wet, just as he expected. However, he didn’t anticipate just how soft she truly was. He glanced to the side of him, witnessing her expressions. Below the dim lights of the suite, her face glowed with some ethereal beauty that Starscream never realized existed until now. Yes, she was actually pretty to him in the throes of ecstasy, and it mesmerized him in more ways than one.

As he fucked her with his thumb, he dragged his other set of claws against her skin, eliciting more moans from her. Starscream’s spike twitched in reply, urging him to squeak out her name.

Well, her stage name, at least.

The woman relaxed into him, allowing herself to unwind and unravel for him. Accepting her trust, he curled his thumb into her. Once he felt her walls contract, he wondered aloud.

“Are you close?”

Little Mouse attempted to lift her head. She opened her eyes, reflecting the lights from the room.

“Y…Yes, I-”

With a cry, she came, overloading on his sharp digits and coating them in her slick fluid. Starscream held her next to him as she trembled. The constant repetition of his name sounded like music to his audials. While she recovered, he purred to her.

“Finished?”

Through a glossy-eyed daze, she grinned at him.

“Not quite.”

With a burst of energy, she wrapped her arms around his neck armor, her tits pressing to the plating of his chest. He couldn’t help but blush even harder, his optics widening and his spark racing.

“Starscream, let me show you how good it feels with your spike inside me.”

Feeling his internal mechanics go haywire, he nodded. Carefully, the two shifted positions. From her cabinet next to her bed, she retrieved a bottle. Before Starscream wondered what it could be, she parted her lips to speak.

“It’s coconut oil. Makes penetration easier for both of us and prevents rust in cybertronians.”

Starscream blushed as he watched her swiftly rub a dollop against her palms before applying it to her valve, making it glisten and shine. He held back a moan as he observed her fingers slip over and into her folds, ensuring that all was lubricated. When she reached out for his turn, Starscream nodded, granting her permission to touch his spike. Again, it pressurized for her, flicking into her palms as she rubbed up and down his shaft, pleasuring the grooves and biolights.

Together, the two altered positions until Little Mouse resided between his spiky legs. She straddled him, her cunt brushing over his dick and enticing him. She looked upwards at him, biting her lip with an alluring smile.

“Now, let me ride this beast.” She winked. “You ready?”

Starscream nodded, swallowing back his bashfulness.

“Y…Yes, I am.”

With his permission given, Little Mouse situated herself atop his spike and began to ride him. With long and fluid motions, she swayed her hips, fitting around him with such ease and simplicity. The coconut oil did its trick. And, admittedly, so did the work of his claws.

Starscream’s servos swept around her hips, steadying her on top of him. The feeling of her organic valve gripping his spike urged him to moan the loudest he ever did for anyone.

“O…Oh, scrap, you’re soft!”

Between breaths of air, she laughed.

“Feels good, yeah?

Starscream struggled to answer her, the tightness from her cunt prompting his wings to move against the pillows.

“B…Better. Better than expected-”

The more she rode him, the deeper he penetrated her, resulting in her moaning along with him.

“Oh, fuck! Starscream!”

The scandalous sounds of flesh so slick against metal prompted him to squirm inside her. He gripped her sides as he bucked into her, his spike feeling every niche of her valve.

“You…certainly know what you’re doing-”

He moaned, unable to finish his sentence. Ripples of pleasure electrified his frame. As the back of his helm fell into the cushions, more calls of her name poured from his dermas. He began to feel his overload approaching faster than he thought possible. The buildup was swift and mighty, his vocalizer glitching and his optics fizzling.

“Little Mouse!”

She huffed and puffed out of exertion.

“Just doing my best to please my client!”

Steam fled from Starscream’s mouthpiece as he observed the way she moved, passionately and gracefully. Her red hair fluttered with every bounce while sweat beaded down her face. The organic features should have disgusted him, but they didn’t, either he was too enraptured to care, or he genuinely wasn’t bothered by them. Pushing his thoughts to the side, he closed his optics, preparing for his overload to hit.

“Ah!”

Little Mouse attempted to squeak out a proper warning beforehand, but it was too late. She came, her walls contracting as she held onto his armor, grasping him as though her very life depended on it. Starscream’s optics snapped open, desiring to witness her overload front and center. Her body arched, and her tits bounced with his motions. Wishing to ease her, the winged mech held her close by the hips, stroking her as he proceeded to thrust into her.

“Starscream!”

In a state of pure bliss, Little Mouse continued to ride him, using her hips to sway into him as her wet, soaking valve gripped him so tightly and desperately. Starscream’s body went limp as he allowed her to take control, guiding him to his overload.

“L…Little Mouse-”

Starscream whimpered as he came, unleashing his hot transfluid inside her and causing an absolute mess. She leaned backwards, crying out to the stars in her ceiling as she welcomed him entirely, taking as much as she could of him before pulling out of him.

After a relieving sigh, she plopped onto the bed. For a minute, the two recovered. Starscream vented as he glanced at her, appreciating her soft smile and gentle eyes.

“How was that?”

Starscream huffed, lifting himself.

“Pleasant. But I wish to try something a bit more…domineering.”

Neither of them were finished yet. Not Little Mouse, and especially not him. The smile that bloomed across her face shifted into a teasing smirk as she approached him once again.

The two changed their positions for the final time. Now, Starscream leaned over her with his spike against her lifted pelvis. He dragged the tip against her clit, preparing her as his claws dug into the bed sheets below them. Just as she did before him, Starscream asked her.

“Ready?”

Little Mouse squeaked.

“Yes!”

Starscream didn’t hold himself back as he pressed into her for the second time. He moved inside her, swaying into her, thrusting into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

“S…Starscream!”

With their new positions, his wings now fluttered into oblivion. His helm lowered towards her as fragged her, whispering to her. He was careful with his sharper edges. But for the most part, he released his desires and allowed himself to unfurl into her. It was all for her, a human, a woman that changed his perception of organics for just a single night. How long would it last? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. At the moment, all that mattered to him was fucking her until all she could see were the stars.

He whined.

“P…Please. Call me…Lord Starscream!”

Little Mouse cried out.

“Lord Starscream! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Out of pride, he tried to laugh, but he couldn’t. Still, he held her close, proceeding to ram into her. She wrapped her arms as far as she could around him, wanting him like no one else.

“That’s a good girl. Let this brothel know who frags you the best.”

It was no secret that he was close to another overload, the tingling and electrifying sensation ravaging his entire frame down to his spark. Little Mouse, likewise, squeezed his spike even tighter. Feeling himself nestled inside her caused his inner machinery to overheat. By now, he was certain that he was hot to the touch. However, Little Mouse paid no mind to the temperature of his frame. She preserved, overwhelmed by pleasure and satisfaction. Starscream, too, felt himself delving closer and closer to the edge, all thanks to her.

With a cry of their names, Starscream and Little Mouse overloaded as one. The Seeker’s transfluid flooded her valve while the human’s fluid painted his cock. She gripped him tight as he pumped inside her valve, hitting the spot that made her arch over and over again.

Before long, out of caution, he removed himself from her. He trembled and shook, but a certain blush overtook the features of his faceplate once he observed his transfluid spill out of her valve. Never before did he witness such a lewd sight from anyone.

A bit dazed, Little Mouse lifted herself from the mattress and looked around.

“Oh, we made a bit of a mess.”

Starscream nodded.

“Yes, it appears we did.”

As the lady wrapped herself in her coat, Starscream (with his panel closed shut) stood next to her and offered something that surprised even him. A smile.

“W…Well, Little Mouse, thank you for the…surprising evening. It was…better than I ever imagined.”

He found that it wasn’t too difficult to be honest with her.

Overjoyed by his words, Little Mouse’s green eyes became wide and luminous as she leaned upwards to kiss him on the faceplate.

“Anytime.”

…

With a hop in his step, Starscream strolled out of the brothel with his processor high in the clouds. He smiled to himself, chuckling before transforming and soaring into the skies of Cybertron.

Perhaps he really could pay another visit to Aphrodite’s sometime in the near future.

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