C.M.D: Another chapter of these two. What you see in Fireflight is standard Stockholm Syndrome and Vortex plays his sexual deviant/manipulator/sleazeball very well. Again, this is the censored edition; the full version is available via the links in my profile.
Title: Clean up
Rating: G
Summary: Vortex decides to take care of the mess in his room
The kittycon shook open the black garbage bag, bending over and grabbing the scattered toys across his berthroom floor. He didn't bother to check them or to differentiate between the broken and good ones, just throwing each and every one of them into the plastic bag. By the end of it, Vortex had himself two stuffed garbage bags of unnecessary play things and dolls.
Kicking them to the side of his door, the lynx slowly turned around his room, frowning in confusion. He ran through the list of toys in his processor, checking them off as he remembered chucking them into one of the bags. Even then, he realized one was missing.
The kittycon double-checked every nook and cranny in his room; lifting up the berth and checking in between the mattresses. But still, no doll. Just where had the little turbofox plushie gone?
Ears perking in thought, Vortex sat down on his berth, staring intently at his door. "Did you take it, snowflake?," he whispered to himself, propping his chin on his servos. "Did you want to have a memento of our time together?"
The kittycon's visor dimmed at the prospect, a devilish smirk tugging at his lip components.
Title: Closet Monster
Rating: M
Summary: Fireflight gets a surprise visitor
"M-mr. Stranger...?," the sparkling gasped, as he was pushed onto his berth, warm lip components mouthing his little neck. He shuttered his optics in confusion, wriggling heavily under the kittycon's frame.
Vortex hummed contently, drawing back for a moment. "Call me Vortex, snowflake," he purred. "I was so disappointed when I got home and you were gone. I was hoping to play some more."
The shih tzu moaned as the lynx slipped his servos under the sparkling's shirt.
"But that's alright now. I found you again and we can play all we want. So how about it? Want to come home with me again, snowflake?"
Fireflight shook his helm, struggling to speak. "I-i-i...," he stuttered, "N-no, I w-want to st-stay with m-my brothers. P-please... please, d-don't t-take me aw-away again."
Vortex stilled for a moment, staring incredulously down at the teary sparkling. "...Are you saying no to me?," the kittycon demanded, his tone dropping. "After I spent so much time looking for, and then sneaking into your apartment? Waiting for a moment when you were completely alone again?"
The white 'bot whimpered softly at the claws running across his collar strut. He groped for the turbofox plushie blindly, yanking it to his chassis and shuttering his optics tight at the glare Vortex was now giving him. Again, the lynx paused in his motion to choke the little autodog, staring in muted surprise at the doll. Immediately, his entire demeanour changed.
"So you did take a doll," the bigger mech hummed merrily, nuzzling the frightened puppy. "Oh, I'm so glad, snowflake. Were you afraid you'd miss me? Is that why you took it? So you'd have something to remember me by?"
Fireflight shivered against the affectionate touch, still clutching his doll tightly. "Y-yes...," he whispered in confession, burying his blushing face into the turbofox's pelt.
Vortex's ears twitched at the words, a slag-eating grin spread wide across his cheekplates. "Oh...," he cooed, "Oh, Fireflight. You make me so, so, so happy when you say that snowflake."
The sparkling flushed brighter, moaning as Vortex leaned down on him. "Come on," the lynx cajoled, leaning closer to bite one of those plump lip components. "I know you want t-"
The click of a lock turning made them both freeze. "Fireflight! We're home!"
"M-my brothers...," Fireflight gasped softly. "Th-they're b-ba-!" Vortex quickly pressed a finger to the sparkling's lip components.
"Ah, well... that cuts the fun short then for now. But," he added, smirking down on his prey, "We'll continue this at a later time. Just don't tell them that I'm here, okay."
The kittycon quickly slid off the berth and soundlessly clambered back into the closet from which he had first come out of. He started closing the door after him, but paused, turning around and giving the younger 'bot a wink. "Remember snowflake," he advised, "If you don't want me to go away, you'll have to do everything you can to make me stay. Even lie."
The door closed on the red visor, hiding Vortex from view. Sitting up quickly, Fireflight hugged his plushie to his chestplates, torn about what to do.
"Fireflight?! Ah, jeez...," Slingshot growled, rushing through the door. "Say something next time would you! ...I'd thought you'd been taken away again..."
"Of...of course not!," the smaller shih tzu replied, turning to his brother with a smile on his face. "D-did you guys have a fun trip?"
Fireflight scrambled off the berth, bouncing to the door and Slingshot. The older mech just scoffed, turning around and heading down the hallway, expecting his sibling to follow. Fireflight did, sparing a glance back at the open crack in the closet door.
Title: Wet
Rating: T
Summary: Someone gets a little soaked
"Oh..." came the lustful purr, "Now I know you're just doing this to tease me."
Fireflight swallowed sharply, intakes hitching as grey fingers picked at his wet clothes. Vortex's visor gleamed at the sound he made, tail sweeping behind him sultrily. "It's like you're a gift just for little ol' me."
"I-i-i...," the sparkling stuttered, not offering even a complaint as he was lifted up and held before the kittycon. "I-it was a-an accident, really... I di-didn't m-mean t-to sp-spill the jug..."
"Of course you didn't," Vortex replied distractedly. His attention was fixed to those lovely energon-stained cheeks and plump lip components; dropping lower to gaze at the clothes now sticking wetly to the shih tzu's frame, thighs rubbing together self-consciously. The sight got the larger mech's systems rumbling.
"Hmmm... all the same, I think I'm going to enjoy this," the lynx purred, pulling Fireflight closer. The sparkling gasped, clutching at Vortex's sleeves as a hungry glossa snaked out for his neck.
Title: Concern
Rating: PG
Summary: Fireflight's brothers begin to worry
It had been at least a couple months now since Fireflight had returned home to them after his kidnapping and at first they had thought maybe the sparkling would open up and talk to them about what had happened to him. But it became obvious after a week that Fireflight didn't want to talk about the incident; in fact, he seemed to have clear forgotten what had occurred and who was responsible.
Then a couple weeks later, the smallest shih tzu began to act weirdly. He carried his turbofox plushie with him everywhere he went, looking over his shoulder plating repeatedly every few kliks and started whispering to himself in empty rooms when he thought his brothers weren't paying attention. Sometimes, he'd peek into closets, smiling and giggling.
Silverbolt was the most concerned about this. After being abandoned orns ago by their creators, the shih tzus had spent many stellar cycles struggling to keep together as they were bounced around the foster care system. Eventually, the oldest autodog had become of legal age to become guardian; he'd first gotten out of the system himself, got a job and a small apartment and then took his brothers out of foster care as well. It had been a fight, since the Authorities didn't want to grant guardianship to Silverbolt, but in the end the shih tzu had won custody of his younger siblings.
He couldn't help but be worried all the time now, acting as the adult for his brothers. Fireflight's kidnapping had only increased his fears. Had he, in some way or form, aided in his brother's disappearance and the strange way he acted now?
Skydive tried to console him, and in their own way, so did Air Raid and Slingshot, but the fact remained that Silverbolt still felt responsible. Peeking into the berthroom now, he watched as Fireflight giggled, standing at the closet door. The smaller shih tzu whispered something into the dark space, leaning inside so his face was obscured by the door, before pulling back, giggling some more. He whispered again, before shutting the door and skipping from the room. Silverbolt quickly tucked himself out of sight as Fireflight went skipping past, coming out of hiding only when the sparkling had gone into the living room.
Frowning in confusion, the older autodog walked into the berthroom, slowly approaching the closet. He rested a servo on one of the door knobs, just holding it there, uncertain if he was being clear in his thinking or if he was giving into simple paranoia.
Sighing after a klik, Silverbolt removed his servo, quickly turning and exiting from the room. He missed the door being pushed open an inch, a red gaze peeking dangerously out from the dark space.
Title: Lunch Bag
Rating: PG
Summary: It's finally time for school to start
Fireflight opened his closet door, expecting Vortex to be there to greet him like he usually was. Today though, the kittycon wasn't. The autodog's tail drooped sadly at the revelation; closing the door, Fireflight started toward his berth. Already, his knapsack was set on the berth -packed- and a change of clothes for the orn were folded next to them. Putting down his doll, the sparkling quickly changed out of his pajamas.
Even though he was sad that Vortex wasn't there to greet him this morning, he was still very happy. Today he would be starting school! Fireflight couldn't wait to meet his new classmates and to see his new classroom.
"'Flight! Hurry it up -we're leaving now!," came Slingshot's impatient shout from down the hall.
"Yes," Skydive added, his voice raised but not yelling like the other shih tzu's. "You don't want to be late on your first day, do you?"
"I'm coming!," Fireflight called back, quickly stuffing the fox plushie in his knapsack and slinging it onto his back. Unable to quell his excitement, the sparkling rushed from his room, ramming straight into Air Raid's side.
The older mech chuckled, lifting Fireflight up. "Someone's eager," he grinned. Air Raid cast a quick glance over his shoulder plating to Slingshot. "Unlike some others I know, this little butterfly can't wait to get to school."
"Ah, shut up!," growled Slingshot. "C'mon, let's get going already!" The shih tzu turned and stomped out the door, the other three following after him. Skydive pulled up beside Air Raid, patting Fireflight's helm.
"You looking forward to the new year?," he asked.
"Yep!," came the quick and cheery chirp. The two older brothers smiled together; Air Raid nuzzling the sparkling's ears. "You're going to have lots of fun, 'Flight," Air Raid assured.
"And you know where you can find us if you ever need to," the other autodog added. "We're just upstairs, in the older kids' classes. Do you want me to write down which room numbers we're in?"
"No, it's okay," Fireflight said, nuzzling Air Raid back. He squirmed, giggling, when his brother started to pinch him playfully, turning his blue optics back to Skydive. "I can find you on my own. I'm a big boy now."
Skydive shuttered his optics in mild surprise at the statement, before he merely smiled again; a small vent escaping him. "Yes, of course you are," he agreed, leaning forward and kissing Fireflight on the forehead. "But there's no harm in asking for help when its needed."
The smaller shih tzu said nothing to that, shifting until he could rest his helm against Air Raid's shoulder plating comfortably; offlining his optics for the rest of the trip.
Title: Stalker
Rating: M
Warning: Groping and manipulation
Summary: A special visitor comes to Fireflight's school
"Hello, snowflake- it's me! Your personal stalker!"
Fireflight turned at the call, surprised, as Vortex stepped easily out of one of the washroom stalls; a wide grin stretching the kittycon's lip components. "V-vortex!," the sparkling gaped, before letting out a little squeal and running for the older mech. The lynx's grin widened as he crouched down to welcome the autodog, scooping Fireflight up into his arms.
"Did you miss me?," he teased.
"Oh, Mr. Vortex I thought I wasn't going to see you today! And I was really sad because I wouldn't get to show you my brand new books and everything...," Fireflight replied, pouting sadly at the thought of having gone the whole orn without seeing his strange friend. "But now you're here and I can show you my class, and my teacher, and my new friends and-!"
"Sorry, cutie," Vortex quickly interrupted. "But I won't be able to see those things today... Now, now, chin up, snowflake. You can show me another day. For now, I just wanted to come see how you were doing."
The kittycon leered at the downcast expression Fireflight wore. He loved the way those gorgeous optics shimmered with tears. "And can I just say you're looking might tasty, snowflake," the grey mech purred, a servo already slipping under the sparkling's shirt.
Fireflight gasped, cheekplates flushing as long digits tickled up his spinal struts. They curled around his aft, digging into the seams. "M-mr...Vo-vortex...," the sparkling whimpered, squirming in the other's hold.
Vortex smirked at the soft sound, moving so he could push the pup against one of the stall walls. "I'm gonna-"
The lynx stilled as he heard voices approaching; the washroom door creaking open, sparkling voices getting louder. Fireflight's gasp was muffled as he found himself being carried swiftly into a stall; Vortex locking the door and squatting on top of the toilet. He set the autodog on his lap. "We're gonna play a game, okay?," the kittycon whispered huskily, his lip components mouthing along Fireflight's ear seductively. The other sparklings outside of the stall continued their chatter, unaware of the two mechs hiding. "You've gotta keep as quiet as you can -no noise whatsoever- or else you'll be found out by the others. You don't want them to see you like this... do you?"
Fireflight stifled his mewl as best as he could, as he granted the lynx entrance.
The pup shivered violently, frame spasming, as he overloaded. The lynx purred as he removed his servo from Fireflight's mouth, the tiny autodog gasping for air desperately.
"O-oh...oh no...," Fireflight hiccupped, squirming in Vortex's lap. The other 'bot looked down on the whimpering sparkling, busy licking his fingers.
"What's wrong, snowflake?," he asked disinterestedly, pausing in his self-cleaning. "If you're worried about the others, they left just before we finished. We won the game after all."
The white autodog shook his helm at those words, slowly climbing down from the kittycon's lap. Vortex let him, watching the pup with a careful optic. "M-my... my shorts," Fireflight replied meekly, his cheekplates flush with his embarrassment and his optics glazed with coolant. "T-they're... they're all d-dirty now. I-i-i can't... can't g-go back to cl-class l-like this..."
The lynx grinned as he dropped his gaze to the sparkling's shorts. Indeed, the fabric was wet, soaked richly. He thought the sight was beautiful and would have enjoyed seeing the shih tzu walking around with such a blatant property mark, but of course, secrecy was needed if he wanted to continue playing with the puppy without challenge. "Well," Vortex cooed, reaching into his back pocket, "Good thing I have these then, hmm?"
He pulled out another pair of shorts, similar in colour to the ones Fireflight already wore, to the autodog's surprise and joy. "M-mr. Vortex," the sparkling gaped, his lip components quirked in a smile.
"Just Vortex, snowflake. Mr. is for daddies. Now," the mech cooed, pulling the little one close. "Let's get you changed."
Fireflight let himself be picked back up and set in the lynx's lap; his sticky shorts pulled off his legs slowly, servos clenched up at his face as he saw the hungry look Vortex was giving him again. "You did make such a mess," the kittycon purred. "I'd hate to let all this go to waste... but your next class is about to start and you've been away too long. I'll have to send you back but I will come see you later, my cutie."
Slipping on the shorts for the white 'bot, Vortex put Fireflight back down on his pedes; pinching at the base of the shih tzu's tail lightly.
"Go on then," the kittycon waved flippantly, "Go run along to class now. I'm sure you want to go back and have fun with your new 'friends'."
The shih tzu reached up on tippy-toe, undoing the bolt for the stall, pausing and looking back at the older mech. "Th-thank you, M-mr...umm, I-i mean, Vortex," he mumbled sweetly, his cheekplates stained with energon. "F-for the c-clean shorts a-and, umm... b-bye!"
Yipping a little, Fireflight raced from the bathroom as the bell rang over head, leaving Vortex behind, forgotten momentarily. Not that the kittycon really minded. Leisurely, the grey 'bot closed the stall door again with a pede, holding out the sparkling's soiled shorts before himself. He twisted them this way and that, slowly, admiringly, before pulling the clothe to his olfactory sensor and inhaling deeply. The lubricant drying still held a sweet, almost tangy aroma that stirred the lynx's lust.
These were definitely going into his steadily growing collection.
Title: Tummy Ache
Warning: PG
Summary: Fireflight is feeling weird
Skydive stroked Fireflight's helm, tugging the bedsheets higher up the shih tzu's chin. "Is this alright, 'Flight?," the older mech asked, brushing softly at his brother's ears again.
The smaller autodog nodded his helm as best as he could, whimpering when his sibling's servo left his forehead. "I... I s-still don't feel g-good...," Fireflight mumbled, grabbing at the bedsheets. "S-stay...?"
"Yes, I won't be far, Fireflight," Skydive replied, kissing the sparkling's crown. "I'll just get you some energon, okay?"
Fireflight nodded his helm, lying back in his berth weakly. The larger shih tzu paused at the door, worried that the sparkling might need him immediately, but Fireflight made no such sign. With a sigh, Skydive forced himself to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of energon like he promised, all the while pondering about his youngest brother's peculiar upset fuel tanks.
Title: Jitters
Warning: T
Summary: Vortex can't wait to see Fireflight again
The kittycon twirled across the room, grin spread across his cheekplates. He held the broom close to his frame, bopping to some unheard song, as he let his processor wander. Why was this grown mech doing all of this in the first place?
Well, because of his little snowflake.
Vortex leered at no one in particular, dipping his broom low to the floor. He imagined for a moment that it was Fireflight in his arms; the sparkling looking up at him with those large, uncertain optics, cheekplates flushed as he was lowered to the floor by the lynx. Oh, how the grey mech loved that look. That expression of innocence, slipping away, from trepidation and lust as other unknown emotions were stirred for the first time...
Stealing one's virtue had never been so much fun.
"...Exactly what are you doing?"
Vortex looked up from the floor, where he was currently straddling the broom, finding his sire Onslaught looking back down on him oddly. The serval had his arms crossed over his chestplates, a firm scowl fixed on his face as he looked down on his son.
"Get up and shove that charge back down into your systems," the older kittycon growled, "You've got work to do soldier."
"Aye aye, capitaine," Vortex smirked, mockingly saluting as he scrambled back up to his pedes. Onslaught snarled in disdain, turning and strutting from the room. Purring, the lynx picked up his fallen broom, already thinking about his next meeting with his favourite puppy.
Title: Surprise
Warning: M
Summary: Vortex discovers something pleasant
The lynx growled as he slipped around the tree, fangs bared at the sparklings. They immediately stopped in their taunting, turning about and fleeing in terror from the mech. Grinning wickedly at the fear he had caused from them, Vortex turned back to the base of the tree, purring at the sight he saw before him.
"Well, hello snowflake."
Fireflight hiccupped, twisting uncertainly from where he had been shoved to the ground; cheekplates rich with energon and optics dim and unfocused. Even from where he stood, Vortex could smell the succulent lubricant seeping past seams. He would never have suspected that the sparkling would have hit his heat cycle so soon, but nonetheless, the lynx was happy to come visit his prey when he had.
He would have hated it if some of the other kids had gotten even a peek under Fireflight's lovely plating.
"What's wrong, cutie? Not feeling well?," Vortex teased as he crouched lowly, stalking closer to the trembling sparkling.
"I-i-i...," Fireflight choked, whimpering as his heat spiked. His little fingers twisted themselves in his shirt as coolant collected along the edges of his optics. "V-vortex... I-i... no fe-feel g-good..."
The kittycon chuckled as he loomed over the shih tzu. "Then allow me to be of assistance," he purred lowly, dipping down to the sparkling and wrapping his mouth around the tiny, outstretched neck. Fireflight gasped at the touch, clutching at the bigger 'bot as pleasure zinged across his sensory net.
Title: Bundle
Rating: PG
Summary: Vortex returns home happy
Blast Off unwisely lowered his book as he heard his younger brother enter the house, humming; siamese ears perking in unease and a frown of annoyance pulling at his lip components from behind the pages of his novel. Vortex sounded happy...
Too happy.
He watched as the other kittyon came almost skipping past the living room, turning and starting up the stairs that were right within direct sight of Blast Off. It didn't escape the brown mech's notice that there was a small bundle cradled in Vortex's arms.
As if feeling his brother's optics on him, the lynx paused on the steps, crouching so he could look at Blast Off sitting on the couch. "Tell Daddy-o that I'll be missing dinner tonight," Vortex grinned lustfully, "I've got things I need to do upstairs in my room."
Circuits crawling from the lewd look he was unfortunate to be on the receiving end of, Blast Off quickly buried his olfactory sensor back into his book. "You will be punished," he called, as he heard Vortex continue upstairs; humming that blasted cheery tune again.
"Not until after I've been rewarded!," Vortex shouted back, before there was only the quick stomping of pedes as the lynx hurried up the rest of the stairs to his room in the attic above.
Title: Breakfast
Rating: M
Warning: shota-con and the improper use of a table
Summary: Fireflight is hungry
"I...I'm hungry." The little autodog watched as his captor walked around the kitchen, pulling open cupboards and drawers, looking for something obviously. Trying not to sniffle, Fireflight sat quietly where Vortex had sat him on the kitchen table, his fuel tanks twisting painfully among other aches. Last night he had stayed up in the kittycon's room again, having been brought straight to the lynx's home after he was found in heat the other orn. At first, the shih tzu hadn't minded so much, because he had felt really weird and everything that Vortex did made it all nice... but now it was the morning after. His frame was battered it felt, his legs were weak, his bottom sore, his vocalizer a little raw and his fuel tanks groaning seeing as he had missed dinner too. All the pup wanted to do was get something in his tummy and go back to sleep. Yet, he was still worried.
Would the kittycon let him go home this time... or would he force him to stay, like before? Fireflight didn't want to miss his school or brothers anymore...
"Here snowflake," Vortex purred, setting a bowl of Energon O's beside the sparkling. "Enjoy." The autodog grabbed the bowl immediately, clasping the spoon tightly as he quickly inhaled the cereal. It was a poor breakfast... but at least it was food. Putting the spoon aside once all the cereal was gone, Fireflight tipped his helm back and drank the remaining energon. Licking his lip components he rested the bowl in his lap, looking to the lynx curiously who was sitting in front of him in one of the chairs; red visor glowing as he stared unfaltering at the sparkling.
"A-aren't... aren't you going to have some breakfast too?," Fireflight asked innocently, looking around himself. There was no other sign of a bowl or the like, indicating that Vortex was going to eat as well.
The shih tzu felt his intakes hitch when the kittycon gently removed his bowl, placing it off to the side and leaning in closer. "But of course," the grey mech rumbled lustfully, "My breakfast is right here."
"Oh, you must be kidding me!," snapped a voice suddenly. Jolting in surprise, the sparkling turned his helm to the doorway, blushing as he saw it was the quiet siamese standing there, a look of disbelief and disgust sketched across his face.
"Ah... looks like the fun's over now," the lynx sighed nonchalantly, patting Fireflight's backstruts lightly. "Alright, time to get up, snowflake."
Cheekplates dark with energon, the shih tzu nodded meekly as he faced Vortex again; slowly, pushing himself up. "Good boy," Vortex purred at him, making the pup blush more. "Now, go clean up and get ready for school. I'll come get you shortly."
Trying his best to ignore the other kittycon, Fireflight scrambled down from the grey mech's lap, pulling his shirt down in an attempt to cover his naked aft as he hurried from the room. The lynx was the only one who watched him go, licking his lip components as he watched that adorable little tail peek out from under the sparkling's shirt. "I trained him so well."
"What," Blast Off snarled, cutting off his brother, "Do you think you are doing?"
"Having breakfast," Vortex grinned back. The siamese scoffed, sneering slightly at the other kittycon.
"You are disgusting." The grey mech shrugged. "Get out of the kitchen before I decide to chop of your spike and grill it in the skillet," Blast Off ordered coldly. "And put on some clothes, for Primus' sake!," he added as his younger sibling rose to his pedes.
He wisely stepped out of the way, giving Vortex plenty of room as the lynx calmly skipped out of the room, unabashed about his nakedness or the fact that he had just been 'facing with a 'bot stellar cycles younger than their youngest brother Swindle. Frowning, Blast Off stared at the table -the victim in this heinous crime- before sighing and throwing his servos into the air as he too left the kitchen. There was no way he would be eating food in this kitchen today, let alone off that table ever again.