Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. Slugbug, Kryptonight, and the female triple changer in this story are my creations. The dragon that shows up is the creation of and used with permission from Gshepherd17 on DA. This is based in TF Animated. Optimus is expecting, new bots are coming to earth, and Kryptonight's little secret is out of the bag, at least with Ratchet. This has slash and m preg. No like – no read. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticisms welcome. Enjoy!
Slugbug slowly traced his hands over the broad chest of his sparkmate, eliciting little moans. Slugbug was getting slightly tired, but his pregnant mate, Optimus, was insatiable when it came to interfacing. In fact, Optimus had yet to come down from the last overload the two had shared together. Optimus was enjoying the feeling of the ghostlike touches that Slugbug was placing on him, especially on the young leader's broad chest. Slugbug was doing his best to get Optimus to fall asleep as Ratchet had said that it was important for a carrying bot to get plenty of rest. Easier said than done thought Slugbug as he slowly realized that he was getting closer and closer to causing Optimus to fall into recharge.
And after 10 more earth minutes of gently stroking the bot, Slugbug finally managed to get his pregnant mate and leader to rest. Slugbug was not sure what to do next, as how were they supposed to let the rest know that their leader was now carrying life inside of him. Slugbug sighed, this was not going to be easier, and things were about to get more complicated.
Meanwhile, Kryptonight stealthily went to see his jailed sparkmate in the basement of the abandoned car factory. Thundercracker, the egomaniac was recharging fitfully. Kryptonight reached out with his own slightly more powerful spark and soon woke the defiant bot.
"What do you want, Autoscum?" asked the defiant seeker, who did not realize that he was already bonded to this Autobot as well as carrying sparklings.
"I wanted to check on you, hon" replied Kryptonight in his deep, caring tone, which startled the egomaniacal seeker.
"Why would you want to check on me? I want nothing to do with you, Autobrat!" spouted the Con.
"Because, it is the duty of one sparkmate to check on the other, no matter where they are" replied Kryptonight as if nothing was wrong.
"Why in Primus's name would I bond with you? You are not even worth licking the dirt off my feet" retorted the Con before he felt a powerful surge go through his spark.
"That is not what you said last night, when we had fun" replied Kryptonight with a glint in his optic, which freaked the con seeker out.
"What do you mean?" asked the con, starting to realize that things were not exactly as they seemed.
"We bonded last night, and if my training serves me right, not only are you my bondmate, but you are also carrying my sparklings. Oh, and I wouldn't try anything fancy to either get out of here or destroy the sparklings, as I have my ways to punish you severely without me being hurt" stated Kryptonight, silencing the egomaniacal Con seeker, who just walked away, still not believing the Autobot seeker who was talking to the bot.
Meanwhile, as Prowl watched the monitor, two more bots were getting close to earth. These bots did not identify themselves. And since Prowl had taken the leadership roll between himself, Bee, and Bulkhead, Prowl ordered the other two to roll out with him to see who these two new bots were and hoped that they were not more Cons in disguise.
Out in the city, two bots were getting ready to land. One looked like a dragon and the other was a triple changer, and both looked distinctly like a mech, though they were not mechs, but femmes. The dragon, who landed first on her backside, was named Scarclash while the larger femme, who could either be a jet, car or a robot, landed on her aft. Both quickly got up, though the triple changer was a bit faster getting up than the dragon, but soon both were on their feet and looking around the town. These two more ancient bots had many marks on their chassis from fighting, and both soon hoped that they would locate the bots they sought.
Back at the Autobot base, Optimus was recharging while Ratchet was in the med bay. Down in the makeshift brig, Kryptonight was once again giving the smarty-con that had tried to smart off to the Autobot seeker a time that the defiant con would not forget, as the lust filled clone was moaning and squirming under Kryptonight's tender ministrations. The clone was unable to fight off the Larger Autobot seeker as Krypto plunged his cable in the clone's port once again, rendering the formerly defiant bot silently moaning once again. The rest of the Autobots were out and about trying to find the new bots who had just landed on the ground, hoping that they were more Autobots and not more cons.
Optimus was unconsciously rubbing his abdomen in his sleep. Optimus thought he would be scared about having sparklings growing inside him, but something made him feel calm and at peace. Optimus, though he did not know where his sparkmate was, could feel his sparkmate's powerful spark watching over him, as if it was always present. And when Optimus felt the slightest bit out of sorts, something about Slugbug's spark seemed to know about it and would smooth things over. Optimus soon realized that his sparkmate was far more powerful than the small bot let on.
Ratchet, on the other hand, was starting to wonder what the strange sounds coming from the basement were. And seeing no one else around, as Slugbug had left with the others to greet or fight the new bots that had just landed, Ratchet searched around until he found a door that led to the basement. And as the old bot got closer, he recognized the sounds as two bots just reaching overload. But being the nosy bot that he was, Ratchet pressed on.
And the look on Ratchet's face when he found out what was going on, as he found a Con seeker laying flat on his back, passed out in obvious pleasure with Kryptonight, the Autobot medic seeker laying on top of the clone, cable still deep inside the clone's port, was priceless. Ratchet's jaw dropped, as he laid optics on the sight. Kryptonight, having managed to not pass out, finally shot his load off, disconnected and then looked up. And Kryptonight's normally blue and silver face burned bright red as he realized that he had been caught by Ratchet. Ratchet, seeing that the con was in a makeshift brig locked the con away, grabbed Kryptonight by his left audio, and dragged the younger bot out of the basement.
And as the two went up the stairs, Kryptonight's tanks were a little unsteady as he heard the older medic say, "You and I have to talk – NOW!" Kryptonight cringed, but having little choice in the matter, Kryptonight allowed himself to be dragged to the med bay. This was not going to be easy to explain and Kryptonight wished that his brother was there to help, but nope, Kryptonight was on his own.
Ratchet led the younger mech to the med bay before the older mech sat down and said "You have exactly 2 seconds to tell me what was going on, or I am going to extract the information from you in the most painful way possible." Kryptonight swallowed hard, as this was not how he had hoped that the older mech would learn his secret. But hoping to avoid any more pain, Kryptonight decided that the best idea would be to tell the older medic what he wanted to know, but where to start?