Chapter Two

The stellar cycles passed. I continued growing, going to school, and learning about the world. I didn't get as big as sire. I took after carrier in the size department. I was a short Seeker. Very thin too. Definitely not built for my strength. But I had my speed. I was fast. Faster than all my siblings, the guard, aunts, and uncles. I could move faster than them when fighting servo-to-servo, or flying in jet mode. My carrier was fast too, but I was even faster.

Because of this unusual speed, I was not an easy opponent to fight. Seekers always taught their young to fight. We had to. Everyone wanted us dead. It was simply part of our culture. We're a warrior culture and that meant everyone fought, everyone used swords, guns, and their fists. I was good with the gun, but I greatly enjoyed my swords. I even learned how to use bow and arrow, how to make a bomb, how to diffuse a bomb, hacking, and how to use a multitude of firearms. All of this I knew by the age of 12 stellar cycles. The rest of my growing up I was just honing the skills.

My friends at school were jealous of my fighting ability. They never were taught those things. I think it just added to my popularity.

I got asked out to all the school dances, and even won homecoming king. I was the top of all my classes and the teachers' favorite. I loved school. I loved learning, and I was smarter than all of my classmates. Not to sound arrogant or boastful, but it simply was true. I graduated with highest honors at my school and on the Dean's List. My graduation was awesome, and my creators were so proud of me.

At home, things never really changed. I got more aunts, more uncles, more siblings. My older siblings were kicked out when they became of age, and I saw much less of them after they left. I cried when Nacreous was kicked out, but he calls me still. And then Quickstrike was booted out. I was next in line for my carrier's creations to be made to leave. But, I still had some time.

20 stellar cycles old, I walked into my carrier's quarters, wings perking. My sire was there, pounding away in my carrier. It was time to spark her again which meant he was almost always in her. Carrier was moaning and whimpering from his thrusting, her digits clawing at the berthtop as she lied over it. She looked so tiny beneath him, and it did look like it had to hurt with that massive spike in her.

"You almost done?" I inquired, walking over. Once Seekerlets learned about interface at 10 stellar cycles the adults no longer hid it. What was the point? If they knew what it was and it's all natural, might as well let them see it and learn what to expect for when they were adults with trines and mates.

"What do you want?" Sire panted, never ceasing in his fierce humping, his chestplates open, already having overloaded a few times into my carrier.

"I want to talk to my carrier. Without you in her." I grunted, wings raising. I was painted now, having finished growing, and I chose to copy my carrier's color scheme. I changed a few locations of where I put certain colors, but it was basically identical to hers. Some of my siblings called me a "carrier's mechling" for it, but I didn't care. I am a carrier's mechling and damn proud of it. My carrier is my hero. So there.

"Give me a bit more." Sire said just before biting carrier's nape, eliciting a gasp from her. Biting meant two things in Seeker culture: That you are the dominant one, and that you owned the Seeker you were biting. Owning as in they were your mate and only you could interface with them. It was common for dominant Seekers to remind their subordinates who was in charge and who was always on top.

Carrier moaned and writhed beneath him, unable to do anything but submit to his will. He held her firmly beneath him, giving her no chance of escaping or gaining any control of the situation. I sat on the berth and took her servo. She held it tightly, but didn't look at me. She never could bare to look at her creations when she was being fragged by sire.

Finally, he overloaded, growling as he sparkbonded with her. She cried out, jerking at him filling her and his spark connecting with hers. He panted over her for a moment before kissing her on the lip plates. His servos felt over her frame, then he pulled out and closed his plates.

"I'll see you tonight at dinner, love." He said softly, pecking another kiss to her lip plates.

Carrier nodded, not looking at anyone. Sire patted her aft, then shoved me over playfully.

"Rude." I flicked my wings at him.

He smirked. "You're the rude one for walking in on us. I'll see you later, son. Love you both."

"Love you, sire." I then flicked him off with a rude Vosian servo gesture.

"Aft." He flicked me off right back, smiling as he left the room.

My wings perked as I turned to my carrier. She slowly sat up and closed her plates, quiet for a moment before speaking.

"Thank you, sweetie." She said barely louder than a whisper.

"Anytime, carrier." I leaned against her, engine purring, wanting to comfort her. She didn't like interfacing with sire. He forced himself onto her to breed with her. But, he was the Alpha and had every right to do so. Carrier actually preferred to interface with uncle Hypersonic. He was gentle with her and they got along very well. But there was another carrier much rather have been with.

"What do you need?" She perked her wings, looking at me.

"Do I need a reason to see my carrier?" I raised an optic ridge at her.

"Usually my son has a reason to come to my quarters and chase his sire away."

"Accusations." My wings flared, flicked, then lowered again. "I just want to be with my carrier, femme. Only got like four and a half stellar cycles with you before sire puts his ped in my aft and kicks me off the balcony."

"Don't remind me."

I got up and went into the washroom to retrieve a towel. I returned to my seat and handed it to carrier. She took it and began to clean herself, removing all of sire's… sparkling fluids from her lower body.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" I asked softly.

"He's eager as always." She replied, still wiping herself clean. "You know how he is when it's time to spark one of us."

"I know he's made you cry before."

"He just was a little too excited that time. He apologized." She vented a sigh. "There's nothing I can do about it, Starscream. He took me as his breeding mate. I have to just submit now."

"I know…" My wings lowered. "I know the rules. The Alpha, the trineleader… They get whatever they want. I just wish he would give you a break."

She was silent for a time before speaking. "Has he ever told you about… how he acquired me?"

I shook my helm. "No, ma'am. All he's ever said was that you don't appreciate the better life he's given you."

"Hmph." She looked up at me. "I was trined before I met your sire. He took me from my trinemates and made me his breeding mate. I haven't seen my trine since." She paused. "I love them still. I don't think I could ever love your sire. I've tried. I've tried to just accept things, move on, and start over with Skycutter… But I can't." She bit her lower lip plate, her optics filling with static. "I feel like a prisoner here. I shouldn't. He's the Alpha and he chose me to bear his creations. And he's given me some amazing sparklings. But I miss my trine. I miss my family. I miss just… Being out there."

I didn't know what to say. I just hugged her, my wings low. "I'm sorry, carrier." I managed to say softly after a moment.

"It's not your fault, sweetie." She looked up at me, a servo cupping my faceplates before she forced a small smile. "Some good has come out of it. If he didn't take me I wouldn't have had you."

"And I am pretty awesome." I smirked.

"You are." She kissed my cheekplates. "I love you so much, my little Star."

"That's bigger than you."

"You're not that much bigger."

"That's your fault."

She shoved at me, my wings fluttering. "Want to go for a flight?"

"Definitely."

Carrier tossed the towel aside and stood up. "I'm going to kick your aft."

"Would love to see you try to, femme." I stood up and followed her out the door.

"Hmm, you can't beat me."

"Sure I can."

"You can never beat your carrier. I have carrier powers." She smirked.

"Damn, then. I'll at least try."

She giggle, taking my servo and going onto a balcony with me. Carrier transformed and took off. I transformed and followed after her, soon breaking the sound barrier.

She did win. I still don't understand how she always managed to body slam me and pin me to the floor. Carrier powers are real. I will never be able to defeat my carrier in servo-to-servo combat…

My wings perked when I got a knock on my door, followed by a guard speaking. "Prince Starscream, you have a guest."

"Let them in." I ordered, sitting up on my berth.

The door slid open and Gearshift entered. He was taller than me now and looked more like a bulldozer than a truck. He had painted himself blue, brown, and green. I always told him that his color scheme was sickening, but he never listened.

"Hey, psychopath." He smiled, our servos clasping together in a mechly servoshake.

"Hey, grounder." I smiled, my wings fluttering a little.

He sat on the berth beside me. "So, killed anyone this orbital cycle?"

"Oh, tons. You know. Being a mass murderer and all. I also berthed fifty femmes and ate several sparklings."

"You damn Seeker."

"Shame on me."

He chuckled. We always made these kinds of jokes with each other since our friendship was frowned upon by our kind. We didn't care. We had been friends since sparklings and always would be.

"How are you doing? Haven't heard from you in a bit."

"Just hanging out here." I shrugged. "Doing the usual slag. Practicing my flying, fighting, and preparing for when I'm kicked out."

"Looking forward to that?"

"Hardly. I'll have to get a job… And sire wants me to attend the War Academy. He says every Seeker should since we have to be able to defend ourselves. Ugh, and then trining…."

"Don't you want to trine?" He raised an optical ridge at me.

I didn't answer immediately. "Yes and no…." I vented a sigh. "I do want to trine. I do want to be with someone. Like… I want to know that love and… But I'm scared." My wings lowered.

"Scared of commitment?"

I wasn't sure how much I should tell him. He was my best friend but… I wasn't ready to tell anyone about Brakelight. "I'm scared… about interface."

"Why? I mean, I haven't interfaced so yeah I'm a bit uncertain what that would feel like, but everyone eventually does. And if you're with your mate, like, they don't hurt you or anything. Not supposed to at least."

"I'm just scared about it." I said quickly, not looking at him. "And it's hard because I'm a Seeker. Interfacing is so important for my culture. We interface to bond, to show dominance, to claim each other, build trust, and of course to make sparklings. And I don't want sparklings."

"I hear you on that." He grunted.

"I know I won't ever be a trineleader. I'm too submissive."

"You are not submissive in the slightest. You've always been in charge of every group at school and you just are a natural leader, Starscream. Everyone sees that."

"To you, maybe. But not to Seekers. I'm submissive, I'll be a submissive to whoever will be my trineleader, and if they decide to spark me then I'm sparked."

"You don't need to have sparklings if you don't want them, Starscream." He stated firmly.

"It's not my choice. The trineleader is in charge." I vented a sigh. "That orbital cycle won't be for a while. I still have some time here to just slack off. And I need to take care of carrier. Sire's sparking her again."

"I don't need to know what your creators are up to in the berthroom."

"They mostly do it in the hallway, actually."

"Stop. Please."

I smirked. "Coward. You wouldn't last an orbital cycle as a Seeker. I have to see my sire's spike every orbital cycle as he plows all my aunts and uncles."

"As I've said before, I don't need to know."

"Want to go for a flight?"

"You won't drop me, right?"

"As long as you don't kick me I won't." I stood up, fluttered my wings to relax them, then walked to my balcony door.

Gearshift followed me out onto the balcony, still anxious about being so far from the ground. I sat on the banister, not scared at all of the height. Clouds were beneath us, and only a cold breeze greeted us up here.

"Come on, Gears." I fluttered my wings, patting the spot next to me.

"I'm not sitting there."

I rolled my optics, stood back on the balcony and turned my back to him. "You gonna hop on now or should I catch you as you fall?"

"I am not hopping on you in root mode. That just looks like…. I have a different relationship with you."

I snorted. Grounders were so weird with how they saw any kind of touch as being sexual. "You're fine."

"Just transform."

I turned around to face him, my servos still holding the banister. I kicked my peds up, then trotted over to him. Seeing the faces he made was the best. Grounders were so sensitive. I transformed before him and rested on my landing gear. He finally hopped on, planting his heels into my sides and grasping my air vents. I giggled, it always tickling to feel him hold me there. He hated it when I laughed, feeling more awkward about it. Grounders.

I took off, slowly, then built speed as I ascended. He clung to me before I evened out and circled above the city, giving him the experience most grounders will never have. Once the ride was gentle, he sat up, a servo reaching out to touch the clouds around us. I just relaxed, enjoying this calming flight with my best friend.

"So," He said slowly, obviously not looking forward to telling me what was on his processor. "I'm going to an academy."

"Oh?" My wings perked a little, then quickly went back into position to keep from messing up my flight.

"And it's in Petrex…"

I didn't speak immediately, suddenly feeling very empty. "Y-you're leaving Vos?" I managed to asked.

"Starscream…. It won't be forever. I just…. It was the best academy for my career. There's nothing here in Vos for me. We can still talk online and with communicators. It's not like I'll be unreachable."

"You just won't be around…"

"Starscream, please…" He vented a sigh. "I need to do this for me. Academy is good. You're going to the War Academy."

"That's in Vos."

"Staying in the same city all your life isn't good. You sometimes needs to get out there. This isn't the end of our friendship, Stars."

"When do you leave?"

"In three decacycles."

I just went silent.

The rest of the flight was silence from me and Gearshift trying to explain the bright side of the situation. I didn't talk until we returned to the palace, and that was very little. I did cry that night. I was losing my only friend, and here I was… stuck in Vos waiting for the time when I will be in my carrier's position.

My 25th emergence cycle celebration was fun. There was cake, my full siblings were all there, and sire actually didn't stick his spike in anyone in order to spend the orbital cycle with me. It was my last orbital cycle with my family like this. Sire never kicked us out on our emergence cycle. He did it the next day, which wasn't completely uncommon with Seekers.

My carrier cried all orbital cycle, not wanting another one of hers to be thrown out of the palace. But we couldn't all stay. I managed not to cry around her, but I did that night, terrified of what would happen to me once I was on my own.

That night I packed all of my belongings into my bags and subspaced them. I barely got any recharge. I spent the night with my carrier and my younger siblings. We mostly just talked about simple things. Happy things. Anything.

The sun rising felt like a death sentence. I walked onto the balcony, my carrier staying close to me. I knew sire was on his way to chase me away, but I would stay with my carrier as long as I could.

"Be careful out there." She said, barely able to hold back her coolant tears. "If you need anything let us know. We're still your creators and will always be there for you."

"I will, carrier." I forced a smile for her as she cupped my faceplates.

"You have all your things? And some Shanix?"

"Yes, carrier. And I have the code for the apartment. And everything is set up for the War Academy. I even have some job interviews."

She faintly smiled at me. "You're always on top of things." Her smile faded. "Please, be safe, Starscream."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I love you, my son."

"Love you too, carrier."

She kissed my cheekplates just as sire walked onto the balcony, looking more intimidating than ever. His wings flared, optics narrowed, and looking like he was about to kick aft. My wings flared back at him, engine growling. I wasn't going to go down so easily. He just smirked, wings fluttering a little. I let my carrier go and hugged him.

"Come here, shortstuff." He hugged me tightly. I was positive I was going to break from that hug. "All grown up, now, aren't you?"

"Ugh, let me cycle air, sire!" I squirmed.

He chuckled. "Be safe out there, son. Trust no one. If you ever need us call or stop by. Understand?"

"Sir, yes, sir." I nodded. "I think I'll be good for now."

"Let me know how those interviews go and if you need your old mech to beat up anyone at the academy for you."

"Definitely. And if I'm courted by afts I'll have you go after them too."

"I'll tear them apart."

I smiled. "I know you will, sire." I hugged him again. "Love you, dumbaft."

He hugged me back. "Love you too, smartaft." He just held me for a moment, optics offline, holding me close. Then he let me go. "Hug your carrier."

I did just that, hugging her close as she held me, her optics filling with coolant.

"Call me every orbital cycle. I mean it." She said sternly.

"I will. I promise."

She kissed me on the cheekplates before releasing me, then stepped back.

"Now then," Sire suddenly grabbed my neck and lifted me off the ground as I grasped his arm. "Get the hell off my balcony." He growled before he flicked his wings, flaring them, his optics narrowed, and engine growling.

I squeaked like the femmling I was just before he threw me off the balcony. Damn, my sire was scary…

I plummeted for a ways before transforming and flying off, going towards my new home. I was on the verge of crying, scared about this big step in my life, but I just reminded myself that I wasn't alone still. Just because I was no longer living with my creators didn't mean I no longer could see them or have them help me. They were still my creators and they had my back a hundred percent. And I would call my carrier every night and talk to her, and visit whenever I could. And I did do just that.

I arrived at the tower where my apartment was located. Since sire had so many creations, he couldn't help them individually like other trines do. So, he bought an entire tower that had apartments for over two hundred Seekers to live in. And they were fairly large apartments. The deal was that once we were kicked out we would move into one of these apartments and pay rent to sire. That way, we got use to handling rent and bills, but it was paid to someone who wouldn't kick us out if we were late on a payment or didn't understand something. Before we were kicked out we were given lessons on finances, getting a job, and how to adult (I hate adulting!). And if we ever needed the help, sire and our carriers were just in the palace next to us.

We would stay living in the apartments until we trined and moved to another place, or just managed to get a good enough job to get our own place. Some stayed in these apartments for just a coupe of stellar cycles, some quite a few. However long they needed to get a good start on life and not be homeless. Some of my siblings did have one trinemate, but stayed because they still were not financially stable enough to move out. It was hard on Seekers since grounders hated us, so finding a job was not easy. And given how hard we worked in the War Academy, when attending it we could only afford part-time jobs. Which, made it hard to afford much.

Sire provided the energon to help us save some Shanix, but if we wanted goodies, sticks, engex, or whatever, that was on us. He provided some furniture, but if we wanted anything else we had to buy it ourselves. And if we acquired pets, that was our full responsibility as well.

Basically, sire just made sure we weren't homeless and didn't starve. And helped us when we asked. But we were on our own otherwise. It was good parenting, especially when he had so many offspring. He really was a good sire to his creations.

I landed on the balcony to my apartment as I transformed. I put in my code and entered. It was a two berthroom apartment with a living room, energon storage room, two washrooms, walk in closets in the berthrooms, and had an extra storage room. It already had the berths, a couch, a couple of vidscreens, storage unit, shelves, dishes, and a small cleaning drone.

I emptied my subspace in one of the berthrooms and began to unpack. I stayed up late until all of my things were organized on shelves, in drawers, and the closet, then watched some TV. I had a hard time recharging that night, but just reminded myself that my siblings were in the apartments all around me and I could always knock on their doors if I needed someone right away.

I searched for a job for some time before finally getting one on the docks. Not ships on water docks. The spaceport. I assisted in helping with cargo. In other words I carried heavy things off the ship and got it sorted onto land vehicles for transportation. Used a fork lift sometimes too. It didn't pay much, but it was better than nothing. And as a first job ever it wasn't bad. I just worked five orbital cycles out of every orn and the other eight orbital cycles I was either at the War Academy or at my apartment.

The War Academy was quite an experience. I was there for twelve stellar cycles. It was what you expect from any military school. We learned how to fight, how to use weapons, fly ships, use artillery, how to obey orders, how to give orders, be leaders, stand at attention, and to be the perfect soldiers.

I didn't like it at first, but I'm glad I went. I definitely needed some form of structure in my life at that time, and I did gain wonderful experience and lessons from that place. They would come in handy in the future. I was even promoted and in the officer program because I did so well.

Well, the War Academy is popular with Seekers not just because we're a warrior culture and tend to live our lives military based, but it's also a great place to meet other Seekers and court. And there was a lot of that.

I had been courted since the first stellar cycle there. I rejected them all. I was more popular because I was a prince. Who didn't want to berth a creation of the Alpha? But it wasn't until my eighth stellar cycle in the War Academy that two particular Seekers started to court me. And I made the mistake of not telling them to frag off early on.

I was in one of my classrooms sitting at my desk like usual. I was at the top of all my classes, and always worked hard. I loved doing school. Well, this orbital cycle I was preparing for taking notes when a Seeker sat beside me. I tended to hang out with the grounders just because I didn't want to be courted in class, but this slagger had a unique ability to get close to anyone.

"Stop!" I snapped, pulling my datapad closer to me when that Seeker tried to snatch it.

He giggled, wings fluttering. Then he snuggled against me. I flared my wings, engine growling before shoving him away. He just purred his engine, trying to get close again. I glared at him, flicking my wings.

Suddenly, he disappeared in a flash of purple light. My wings perked, then I rolled my optics. I had seen him do this quite a few times. I squeaked when he was suddenly hugging me from behind and grabbing at my codpiece.

I punched him in the faceplates, us falling to the ground as I struggled to get free. He didn't let go. I elbowed him, and kicked, and even hit him with my chair, but he refused to release me.

"That's enough!" Our superior barked.

The Seeker teleported away instantly, leaving me to awkwardly stand back up. I returned to my seat, wings flaring. The outlier was sitting on the other side of the room now, snuggling against a massive, blue Seeker. They were trinemates. I had seen them interfacing before in the hallway. I still wasn't sure on their designations, but I was familiar with them.

They were hot.

I was courted by a lot of Seekers, and I rejected all of them. But that damn black and violet Seeker… I just couldn't tell him "no." I didn't make it easy, of course not. I made it hard for him. He would give me crystal flowers, energon goodies, cake, engex, colorful minerals, and other small gifts. He even made things for me, like crude drawings. Was it silly? Of course. But no one ever drew me with them when they courted me. I stupidly thought it was adorable. He was adorable.

That Seeker had been courting me for over a stellar cycle before his trinemate finally got in on it. Why it took him so long, I'm not sure. But I knew it wasn't because he didn't want me. Oh, he wanted me. He lusted for me. He had to have me. I just didn't realize how badly he craved to have me beneath him. But I would find out soon enough.

I sat in the cafeteria refueling as I read from a datapad. As usual, the black Seeker teleported over and began to grope me and hand me energon goodies. I had started to accept the goodies, a sign that I was interested, but I still did not accept the touches. My wings flared and flicked as my engine growled, warning him to back off. He did so after a moment, then sat across from me.

His optics were so bright. Not aggressive bright, just happy. He had the largest, lopsided smile I had ever seen on someone, and he just… bounced. Endless energy in him. His wings were constantly fluttering, and he looked like he was about to explode from having so much pint up energy.

I faintly smiled, not looking at him. He was really cute. His face, how he acted, just… Maybe. Maybe I wanted him. He was very different from the other Seekers who courted me.

I noticed a shadow fall over me from behind. My wings lowered a little, pretty sure I knew who was behind me. I slowly looked back, seeing a - ahem - very nice codpiece before me. My optics slowly trailed upward until I finally saw the - fragging sexy - faceplates of the owner. Damn. Hot.

The large, blue Seeker looked down at me. He was almost as large as my sire, but a lot better looking. His red optics eyed me, I could feel them groping my frame, taking in every curve of my body.

He reached out and stroked my wings, which I instinctively flicked away. His servos then snaked down my frame, feeling me. They tightened around my waist, and I felt him pulling me back until I was against him. I heard his cooling fans turning on, felt the heat emanating from his chassis. He was turned on. He wanted me now. It was such a nice compliment.

I jabbed my elbow against him, activated my thruster heels, and managed to wriggle out of his hold. I hovered just above, watching him. He smirked, winked at me, then turned and silently walked away. His trinemate followed him and soon they were gone. I waited until they were out of sight to land, and that's when I noticed I had enough transfluid in my codpiece that you could drown a sparkling in…

Primus, they were hot.

I kept playing hard to get. It wasn't until my final stellar cycle in the War Academy that things took a drastic change. I had been accepting things from them, but not a whole lot. I let them touch my wings, but the rest of my frame was off limits. I had finally learned their designations and had talked a little with them. Not a lot. Mostly just about homework. Skywarp, the black one, needed a lot of help with that so would come to me. I didn't mind helping him at all. It was kind of fun and kept him from bothering me with groping. Thundercracker, his trineleader, was very quiet and when he talked…. Mmm! That vocalizer was the sexiest thing my audio receptors had ever picked up on. If interface could be a sound, it was his vocalizer.

I was on my way to my locker one orbital cycle after class when Skywarp suddenly materialized beside me.

"Yoink!" He exclaimed as he snatched my datapad and took off.

"Hey! Skywarp!" I shouted before giving chase. "Give that back!"

Skywarp only giggled as he ran down the hallways, slipping and sliding when he turned sharp corners, and bolted for the nearest exit. He rushed through the door, subspaced my datapad, transformed, and took off. I transformed and went after him, my engine soon screaming as I broke the sound barrier.

He broke it as well, and soon we were flying at over Mach 3. He dived and spiraled, flying between towers, under bridges, and almost crashing into the ground. I stayed right behind him, never losing sight of my prey. I was catching up. I was faster, but it wasn't easy for me. He was fast, too. Faster than any other Seeker minus my carrier. No one could out do me in speed.

He kept flying, we soon were over other cities, from Kaon, Slaughter City, Tarn, and the smaller states around. We returned to Vos and he kept circling above the academy, just playing at this point.

He was fast. And he could keep up with me in the sky. No one else could do that. That meant his trinemate was just as good. And Skywarp was funny, cute, and really sweet. I did like him. His trineleader was strong, firm, brave, dominant, and just so damn handsome.

Maybe I had finally found my trine?

I suddenly cut my engine and allowed myself to plummet, spiraling out of control. Skywarp saw and raced towards me, ready to help. When he was close enough I activated my thrusters and evened myself out. Quickly, I pressed my undercarriage against his, flying beneath him. His wings wiggled before he began to spiral, forcing me to do so with him. He pushed me upwards, making me ascend, never ceasing in the aileron rolling. My spark was racing. I was dancing with another Seeker. I had initiated the trining process with someone. What if this was a mistake? What if I shouldn't trine them?

Skywarp kept making me ascend, taking control over me. He must had called his trineleader for Thundercracker suddenly came racing over in jet mode. He forced his way in, taking control, our wingtips now touching, making us form a triangle between us. We kept ascending, never ending our spiraling. Thundercracker made us descend, spiraling madly, then even around, still spinning.

Thundercracker suddenly stopped us, breaking away and transforming. Skywarp and I also transformed, hovering on our thruster peds. I was suddenly scared. Was this actually happening? Did I actually just do that? What if I made a mistake?

Thundercracker flew over to me, his strong servos holding me close to him. I didn't fight him. Then, he kissed me on the lip plates. My optics widened some, not really expecting that. He was so gentle about it. It felt… Good. I liked it. He kept kissing me, his servos groping my frame, his cooling fans kicking on, and his frame getting warmer.

I pulled my helm away from him, our optics locking onto each other. "I… Not out in the open." I said softly, nervously.

He faintly smirked. "First time. That's okay. Skywarp teleport us to our room."

"Roger!" He saluted before touching both of us and teleporting us to a large berthroom.

I felt sick. Suddenly going from one location to another like that… But the nausea quickly left when I remembered what was about to happen.

Thundercracker trailed gentle kisses down my neck cables, those large, ebony servos squeezing my chestplates over my cooling fans, then lowering to pleasure my waist and hips. Skywarp was suddenly behind me, his servos also exploring my body, sending electrical currents into my seams. I gasped, never having felt this kind of pleasure before. It felt nice. I liked it.

I was trembling. Nervous about trining, and also scared about the interface. I had only ever known the pain that Brakelight had inflicted upon me. What if this hurt like that? What if they weren't the right trine for me? What if I messed up in some way?

"Shh, it's okay." Thundercracker said soothingly. "No reason to be scared."

"I-I just… I-I don't want it to hurt." I stuttered. swallowing hard.

"It won't. I'll be very gentle."

I nodded, but still couldn't stop the trembling. They kept pleasuring my body, kissing me, stroking my wings, and rubbing over my codpiece. Thundercracker guided me to the berth and helped me lie down on it. He got over me, setting me in missionary position. He leaned in close to me, kissing my lip plates, then down my neck. His codpiece folded away and his spike shot out. It. Was. HUGE.

"Open." He whispered.

I hesitated, then removed my own codpiece. He rubbed over my valve, making sure I was lubricated enough. His wings perked, then he grabbed my thighs, better positioned me, and took his spike in a servo. Slowly, so slow and gentle, he eased into me. I gasped, wiggling beneath him as my servos clawed at the berth. He paused at halfway in, gave me a moment to adjust, then pushed the rest of the way in.

I just was shaking so hard at this point. He leaned over me, his servos resting on the berthtop on either side of my helm. He kissed me on the lip plates, I could feel his spike vibrating inside of me, so turned on. The heat emanating from his thick chassis, his wings flaring out, engine rumbling in anticipation. He was beyond eager.

"Ready?" He asked quietly.

I bit my lower lip plate. "I-I think so… I don't know." I swallowed, seeing Brakelight again. Coolant started to pool in my optics, terrified. I wanted to get away. Why did he have to do that to me?!

"Shhh," He kissed me again. "It can be scary the first time. It's okay. I'm going to be slow and gentle. Just let me know if it hurts or you need me to stop." He kissed me again, then gave me a gentle thrust. I gasped, optics widening. My wings perked, not expecting it to feel… Kinda nice. He lovingly smiled above me, then gave me another, and another, and another.

I kept scooting back from each thrust until my helm met the headboard of the berth and my escape was blocked. I clawed at the berthtop, gasping loudly from each thrust. He started to go harder and faster, and soon I was loudly moaning. Like, really loud. Like… The neighbors heard me loud. My servos soon found his arms and I held them firmly, feeling him inside of me, moving back and forth, in and out. It felt… Good. I was beginning to like it. He noticed and went even harder and faster.

He kissed me as he took me, his wings fluttering, engine purring. I soon found myself hugging him, my optics offline, smiling as he continued. Oh, it was heavenly. I loved it! And we hadn't even overloaded yet.

I came first, not being use to interface like this. I cried when I climaxed, feeling the surge of energy rushing through my systems and into him. I panted, cycling air heavily. He chuckled, then continued with his thrusting. Those loving lip plates just kept kissing me, then he licked my faceplates. I giggled, starting to understand why so many liked to interface.

He eventually overloaded into me, growling through it as his fluids filled me. It was explosive. I jumped some when I felt all of that shooting inside of me, and to feel that tickling surge of his excess energy seeping into my frame.

He panted above me for a few astrosecond before giving me another kiss and pulling out. I squeaked at that feeling, eliciting a laugh from the both of them.

"Virgin no more, eh?" Skywarp giggled, hopping onto the berth once Thundercracker had dismounted.

I didn't say anything, just bit my lower lip plate.

Skywarp suddenly had my lip plates encased by his, kissing me harshly. My optics widened when he forced his glossa into my mouth. I don't think I was ready for that, but it happened. And as he was getting busy with my mouth, his spike slid into my still wet valve. I jumped and squirmed, but he just kept kissing me.

"Love you." He whispered before beginning to thrust.

"Oh, Primus!" I gasped, writhing beneath him. He just chuckled and kept going. I offlined my optics, moaning loudly from each thrust. He was smaller than Thundercracker, and it felt wonderful in its own way. Thundercracker expanded me out and pushed all my sensory nodes, but Skywarp could slide in and out quicker and rub against them just right. They were both amazing. "Ohhh…. Ah…. I love this… Hah…."

Skywarp laughed. "I love this too!" He licked my faceplates, getting so excited about being in me. I could tell he was barely holding himself back from going all at me. I really turned on these two.

Again, I climaxed first, crying out from it. He followed a bit afterwards, fluttering his wings madly as he growled. I panted, just watching him, not sure what to say now that they both had taken me as their own.

Skywarp nuzzled olfactory sensors with me, his engine purring, wings fluttering. He gave me the cutest smile ever and my spark melted. "I am your brother, your friend. I will be faithful, kind, courageous, strong, and caring. I will carry you when you are weak, defend you from the terrors of this world, and fight for you until my spark fades. I will guide you through the darkness, make you laugh when you are sad, and fly beside you until the sun fades away. I am forever yours, your accomplice, your lover, your teacher, your student. To grow with you, care for you, cheer for you, and cry with you. Always yours, until my spark is no more. This I swear to you my new part. My completed spark. Together we are, forever unseparated, united through hell, we are one. Trine till the bitter end. This I swear to you, my trinemate, my brother, my friend. My life, my spark, we are one, till we are none." He said softly, lovingly, perfectly.

I died. That was so beautiful that coolant started to fill my optics. I never thought I would hear something so loving and… amazing as that.

He pulled out of me and helped me to sit up. I closed my plates just before Thundercracker kissed me on the lip plates, lifting my chin up so I looked at him.

"I swear to you, upon this cycle, that I will always be faithful, respectful, patient, understanding, kind, caring, and above all else yours. To be your protector, your best friend, your brother, your sword and your shield. To never falter, to never flee, to face the hard times by your side. To fight for you, carry you when you fall, kill if need be. To be the trinemate you deserve, and always try my best to be worthy of your love. To never, ever let you be alone and scared. To fly with you though hell, and never leave your side even as the world burns around us. It will protect you, care for you, and never lead you astray. I will cry with you, laugh with you, and always be yours. I am your pillar of strength, your light in the darkness, your guiding servo when you are lost. I will listen to all your troubles, and do my best to help you through them. I will be your lover, your friend, your partner in all things. This I swear to you, my new part. My completed spark. Together we are, forever unseparated, united through hell, we are one. Trine till the bitter end. This I swear to you, my trinemate, my brother, my friend. My life, my spark, we are one, till we are none." He said firmly, but lovingly.

I had to wipe at the coolant leaking down my cheekplates. I couldn't believe this was happening. It took me a moment to calm myself and remember the vow I had written some time ago.

"Y-you are mine, and I am yours. I will be true to you and only you. To love you, to cherish you, to be faithful, honorable, courageous, generous, kind, loving, understanding, and humble. To be yours through the hard times, as well as the easy. To pick you up when you are hurt, to support you when you are struggling, to lead you through the darkness, to help you in your direst joor. To be your foundation of hope, love, and peace. To never surrender when you need me to fight by your side against any and all enemies. To defend you even when there is no hope. To never flee, to never cower, to never hide. To be everything you ever needed in a friend, a lover, a brother. To be yours and only yours. To fly by your side until no more, and to never betray your trust. To never falter. This I swear to you, my new part. My completed spark. Together we are, forever unseparated, united through hell, we are one. Trine till the bitter end. This I swear to you, my trinemate, my brother, my friend. My life, my spark, we are one, till we are none."

They both kissed me at once, and I awkwardly kissed back. My wings lowered, knowing what the next and final part of the trining process was.

Thundercracker suddenly grabbed me and slammed me down to the floor. I didn't fight him. I knew I could never be trineleader and there was no way I could defeat him. I lowered my wings, looked away, and fully submitted to him. I was scared again, not wanting the dominating.

"Open." He growled, his wings flaring.

I had no choice. He would dominate me and that would be the end. I removed my codpiece, not daring to move as he entered me once more from behind. His powerful arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me firmly against his broad frame. Then, he began to thrust hard and fast, making sure it hurt. And it certainly did.

I buried my faceplates into my arms and screamed. My servos clawed at the floor, coolant pouring from my optics. This… hurt more than what Brakelight did to me.

He bit my nape hard, making me yelp and cry louder. His engine growled, wings flicking as he just kept dominating me, making sure I knew exactly who owned this trine. He was my trineleader for now on. And everything he said went. I would never have a choice if he said I didn't.

It wasn't a long dominating, and he soon finished with me. I quickly jumped away from him once he was out of me and sat against the wall crying. I didn't get a moment's respite for Skywarp was suddenly upon me. I fought him some, but I knew I wouldn't be able to defeat him either. He had me pinned to the floor in a short scuffle and soon was dominating me as well. I just submitted and cried. His dominating didn't hurt as much as Thundercracker's but it was still very painful. He bit much harder, though, and that had me bawling my optics out.

Once he finished with me, I curled in the corner, crying and wiping at my optics. Thundercracker sat on the floor next to me and pulled me into a loving hug. I was his. And as my trineleader that meant he would be my protector, my guardian. It was his job to take care of me and ensure I was fueled, safe, and happy. I would never have to worry about my safety or if I would go hungry ever again.

I hesitated before hugging him back. The first of many hugs. Skywarp was behind me, hugging me as well. Thundercracker held us close, his trine finally completed.

"I love both of you." He said softly.

I believed it. And I knew he would always.

"Oh my gosh, carrier, I need to talk to you!" I said quickly as I called her on my commlink.

::What's up, sweetspark? Is everything alright?::

I squealed like a femmling from my excitement. "I trined! I just trined a half trine! I-I'm in a full trine!"

::What?! Really?! EEEEEE!::

"Eeeeeeee! I know!" I squealed with her, jumping on my thruster heels as I stood in my berthroom. "A-and their vows to me were amazing, carrier. I cried."

::Aw, sweetie…::

"I was so scared about it and… They were so gentle and patient with me. I was shaking so hard about the bonding but… They were good. I like them a lot. I-I think I chose the right ones." I smiled broadly, so sure of myself now.

::I know you did, Starscream. You have good judgment of people. What are their designations?::

"Thundercracker and Skywarp. The two I keep telling you about." I lied on my berth, still smiling like an idiot madly in love.

::The outlier?::

"Yes, that one." My wings fluttered. "I'm so happy, carrier. I just…. I feel really amazing right now."

::I'm glad, Starscream. I am so happy for you. You want me to tell your sire or do you want to tell him?::

"You can tell him. I know he's busy."

::Are you moving in with them?::

"Not right away. We're about to graduate so we figured I'll move in right after that. They have an apartment not far from the academy. It's a bigger place than what I have now."

::I'm so happy for you, sweetie. I hope they only make you happy and feel loved.::

I smiled. "I don't doubt they will, carrier. I think I chose the perfect trinemates."

I soon graduated from the War Academy at the top of my class with highest honors. My carrier was able to come and see my ceremony, but sire had work. Either that or was fragging his breeding mates. Didn't matter, I had carrier and my full siblings there. I got to meet Thundercracker's family, which they were traditional as well. Thundercracker was one of sixteen mechs. Not sure to pity or be jealous of him for not having any sisters. Skywarp's family never showed and he was quiet when my carrier and Thundercracker's family were around. My carrier got along with my trinemates and thought they were very respectful and polite. So bonus there.

After the graduation, the talking, and partying, my trinemates helped me move all of my stuff into their apartment. Then we had our own party.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, hah, oh, Primus, ah!" I moaned, writhing beneath my trineleader as he pounded into me. All I felt was his spike in me, his lip plates kissing me, and those strong servos holding me firmly in place.

"Are you always going to be this loud?" He smirked at me.

"Ah, maybe." I panted, holding his arms.

"I like it." Skywarp fluttered his wings, sitting on the berth waiting for his turn.

"I do, too." Thundercracker kissed me, his engine purring.

I sheepishly smiled, looking away. They were so talkative during interface, and I just made all these weird sounds. At least it made a few good laughs.

Thundercracker overloaded and filled me with his transfluid. I jumped, still not use to that amazing feeling. I had overloaded twice before he finally came. He kissed me on the lip plates before pulling out and turning to Skywarp. Skywarp immediately lied on his back and folded away his codpiece. Thundercracker was soon inside of him and humping.

I sat up, watching them. This seemed like how life was going to be like for now on. Our trineleader pleasing his subordinates every night. I honestly didn't see that as a bad way of living. And I didn't care if I didn't spike anyone. He fragged us and we just enjoyed the ride.

I grinned, looking forward to an easy life like that. Thundercracker would work and all I ever have to do was be on his berth by the time he got home. The rest of the time was my time. The trined life was going to be the best life. And I was thrilled for it. Just me, my trinemates, and only love and laughter.

I would never be so wrong in my life.

Why am I writing robot pron when I have homework to do? Ugh... Well, I will not post the next chapter for a bit. Got two more weeks left for this semester and Thanksgiving (Ungrateful murder day) break is about over. So, back to doing homework! Got things to draw and finish animating my videogame character. Need to give him an epic death animation!

Anyway! This was a quick chapter. Starscream is a momma's boy. You know he is. I have all the Elite Trine being momma's boys... They all are. You know it.

Moonlight was stolen from her trine to be a breeding mate. This is not uncommon for the Alpha to do. They can take whoever they want to and it is a honor to bear their creations.

Skywarp taking Star's datapad and making him chase him is a reference to my other fics where the same even occurred. I didn't go into much detail about the courting and Star's school because it's all the same boring stuff that happened every day so a quick explanation is all that is needed. No need to bore anyone!

So, now since the first two chapters are done, they set up the story. NOW the real story begins. There is going to be a LOT of domestic abuse and mental abuse. Even rape. This is going to get very real and stressful for now on. And the worst part is the things that will be shown are things that actually happen to many women by sexist men you think women, primarily their wives, are property they can do whatever they want to. Of course, not all men are like this, but this story is about bringing awareness to the very real situations of abusive men using their wives, how their victims are silenced and made to believe this is just what's supposed to happen, and the children who are victims of these horrible relationships. This is going to be a lot of mental mind games that for many of you may know to say "no" to such things, but for many more they don't realize it or grew up being taught that this was life so accept it when it happens to you.

Starscream has grown up seeing how his carrier, aunts, and uncles are treated and taught that that is normal. That that simply is how things are meant to be. So, he has no idea he has a voice. That he can say "no." That he is not property to his trineleader to be beaten, raped, and turned into a sparkling factory. Right now, he things that's just how things are and he has no choice.

There are many things we have been taught to see as "normal" when it's abuse and unnecessary. From eating animals which is cruel and harms us, to hitting children, to thinking you "have" to have children, to thinking being gay is wrong. So many lies are brainwashed into us to believe by society and parents who don't know better. And when someone learns the truth and stands up against the evil, the lies, the corruption, they are seen as the "enemies," the "terrorists," the ones to be attacked.

Starscream will see the lies and reality of the traditional way of living and stand against it. And it will not be taken lightly.

So, that's why right now Starscream is very weak, quiet, and sensitive. He has not found his voice yet. He has been made to be submissive and obey, and hide who he really is because "that's just not how things are done."