Uprooted and Transformed: Chapter 4
Sorry about the delay. Too much homework. Had tests all last week. :P
Once again, another small M rated scene, but a bit more info on Seeker reproduction and Seeker mating protocols. This should be the last one until Wing Saber finds a sparkmate.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Transformers. I just play with them. I only own my OC's. Most of the mating ideas came from Morrigayn DeWyvern. Just the storyline is mine.
Communication:
:: comm. link ::
- Bondmates/sparkmates -
~: creator/creation bond :~
: sibling bond :
~ spark twin bond ~
Thoughts/memories/flashbacks/dreams
[symbiot/symbiot carrier]
Seeker Cant
= Cybertronian language =
~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~
Wing Saber onlined with to find the sun setting. She felt two large frames wrapped around hers. She opened her optics. Dreadwing and Skyquake were still in recharge. Surprisingly, she felt secure and safe in their embrace. These were Decepticons, perfect strangers and a possible enemy, yet they treated her like she was something precious and they seemed to genuinely be trying to help her. She remembered reading about this whole thing somewhere, but couldn't recall where. She laid her helm back down on Skyquake's arm. She was, honestly, quite comfortable here.
She remained there until the last light sun was beginning to fade and her wings were begin to protest at the position they were in. She needed to stretch her wings a bit. But how does one extract themselves from two males approximately twice your own height? She slowly crawled out of Dreadwing's grasp. All too slowly, Wing Saber was finally free of the Seekers. And the two didn't even stir.
She cocked her helm as she looked at them. What happened earlier? There was no sex, well, not as far as coupling went. Weren't Cybertronians supposed to become one being after a spark merge? Why did they fight the bond? Was that even a bond that was trying to form? Too many questions and the ones who could answer were currently offline.
Her back left itchy. She reached behind her to scratch at it and found that there was a strange fluid that had dried to her back plates. Also, she could more acutely feel the wind current as well as the twins' EM fields.
Wait. Dreadwing said something about her wings earlier that day. What happened to her wings? She turned her head to look and her jaw slacked open. Inner wing structures! Just like the twins. Only, hers were more sharply angled and looked a bit more delicate. They were like translucent butterfly wings and were the same shade of rosy pink as the highlights of her armor.
Her back was itchy again. She really needed to get that dried fluid off. She looked for the oil river. It was to her left. Looking back to the recharging Seekers, she stood and made her way to the river.
Wing Saber went downstream a little bit to put some distance between her and the Seekers as not to wake them. She waded into the river until it came up to her waist and gasped at the feel of the oil against her new inner wings. Turns out that they were much more sensitive than her other wings.
Once the initial sensation died down a bit, she began to pick up new vibrations with them. She sank deeper into the oil and could literally feel every slight rise and fall, twist and turn, in the oil and could feel the vibrations of the oil hitting the walls of the river. She was so engrossed in this new world that she didn't sense that the twins had awakened and were looking for her until she felt their pedefalls on the bank oscillate the oil.
Wing Saber opened her optics, that she had no idea were closed to begin with, and turned to face the twins. She brought her servos up to her chest in loose fists as she watched the twins look at her. She locked optics with them and noticed that while there was definitely some lust, perhaps from her heat, there was also something else. A softness, a gentleness, and a bit of protectiveness shone in both their optics.
She opened her mouth to say something, but soon shut it, anything she was going to say died before it could make it to her glossa. She looked into the oil, avoiding their gaze.
A gentle baritone spoke, "You're not going to be able to remove the fluids on your own, Little One."
Her helm popped up and she stared at Skyquake. How could she understand what he said?!
Skyquake smile a little. "Seekers never bathe alone. There are too many seams that are impossible to reach without special tools. And even then, it is still difficult. I would like to assist, if you will let me …"
She looked between the two, using her field subconsciously to gage their true purpose. She found no false motive and lowered her wings with a small nod.
The two advanced, first Skyquake then Dreadwing, into the river. Skyquake sat himself behind her and Dreadwing sat in front. While she still felt unsure about all this, she was starting to believe that they meant no harm. Skyquake gently splashed oil onto her back struts and pour some over both pairs of wings through cupped servos and began to rinse off the fluids from earlier.
Wing Saber decided to try their language, "So … why can I understand you now when I couldn't before?"
"Before our merge?" Dreadwing asked.
She nodded.
"The spark merge awakened Seeker Cant within your CPU. All Seekers are born speaking Seeker Cant and are known to be talking long before grounder sparklings.
"You are a Drakonae, a femme Seeker. My brother and I are Drakes. There is one other Seeker gender called a Draka. Both the Draka and Drakonae experience what is called a Primal Heat Cycle, when their frames and sparks are ready to procreate. The Draka, like grounders, has both a spike and a valve. The Drakonae only has a valve and the Drake only has a spike.
"When a Draka or Drakonae enter their Primal Heat, their frames produce a scent to entice the Drakes to mate. Their frames build up fluid for their inner wings when they emerge. Primal Heat lasts about an orn,"
"Orn?" Wing Saber asked, not quite sure how long that was.
"Ten solar cycles. For some bots, Primal Heat lasts for exactly an orn. For others, it could be shorter or longer. After the Primal Heat, your heat cycles will get shorter and less intense as you age." Skyquake said. "Your first few centi-vorn of heat cycles, however, will be very, very intense …" He whispered into her audio receptor, sliding his servo along the expanse of her right inner wing, causing her to shiver and heat begin to pool behind her panel.
Dreadwing glared at his brother and gave a warning rumble. Thankfully, Skyquake backed off. For now.
"As I was saying, Primal Heat lasts for about an orn. As the Heat drags on, more and more fluid builds up in the bot's frame, causing the slightest touch to be very painful. Their scent will also become stronger. If they don't bond to or have a Drake imprint their sparks by the end of the Primal Heat, the Draka or Drakonae's inner wings, which are housed inside the outer wings, will atrophy and the Seeker will be rendered sterile. Not a true adult, but not a youngling either. They will never be able to procreate the rest of their life cycle. Not even transferring their sparks into a new frame will fix the damage that the spark acquires."
"Ouch …" she muttered. One of Wing Saber's greatest dreams was to become a mom. She might not be able to have human kids, but maybe she will be able to have Cybertronian ones. If God brings along the right Cybertronian. There was probably no way to reverse what Shockwave had done to her and her family.
"The Drake's spark contains the final coding that a Draka or Drakonae needs to fully mature. Fortunately, we only imprinted your spark. You will be able to choose your mate."
"Imprinting is very difficult, especially if your sparks are compatible. Normally medics imprint, as they can do it without bonding to the carrier. Most Seekers bond during Primal Heat." Said Skyquake.
"What about interfacing? Will it bind us? Make us mates?" Wing Saber asked, uncertain if humans and Cybertronians were as different as the fanfics said they were.
"No. Interfacing is a critical part of bonging and procreation, but it is also a way of bringing trines and friends closer together. Interfacing usually comes before bonding. Was it different for your native race?"
Wing Saber froze. How did they know? They couldn't possibly know what she and her family really were!
She jumped as Skyquake hushed her and began to stroke her outer wings soothingly. "Little One," he said, "gossip travels fast among the ranks. We had already heard of some of Shockwave's latest experiments escaping. When you did not respond correctly to our calls and were confused by your own frame and fighting your protocols, we put the pieces together and made a wild guess."
"You were once an organic life form, am I correct?" Dreadwing asked.
Wing Saber dipped her helm, fiddling with her servos under the oil. "Yes," she whispered. "all five of us."
The twins looked at each other.
"Our race was primitive compared to Cybertron. I was escorting my four younger siblings to a religious gathering that morning. My carrier was home sick and my sire was at work. Then a ground bridge portal appeared in the middle of the highway and Shockwave and his men came out of it and started picking up cars and pulling humans out of them. They took us. I don't remember anything after we were brought through the bridge. I remember waking up to find smaller Cybertronians fighting over who got to sit on my chestplates. The black cyber-cat won. Shockwave must've knocked me out cause the next thing I knew, we were no longer in that lab. We've been running since, until we found that place." She said, gesturing with her helm towards the right, where a lone figure, barely visible, stood on a hill. Probably watching them.
Dreadwing placed his servo on her shoulder and used his other one to raise her chin up to look into his optics. "We both want to take you as our mate. But Lord Megatron would never allow you to just be with us. He would use you as a breeder to multiply his army. It is too dangerous for us to take you back with us. We will stay with you till the end of your heat cycle, then we will speak with the rest of your family and try to get you to a safer place."
Wing Saber lit up. They had been praying for someone to help get them to Autobot territory. Or at least as far away from Shockwave as possible. "Really?" she breathed.
He leaned in close to her faceplates. "I vow to you, even though I despise the current Prime, my brother and I will do everything we can to get you and your family to him. You will be safest there."
She leaned against his chest plates, joy swirling in her spark. God had answered one of their prayers, even if he chose a weird way of doing it.
~~~~~oooOOOooo~~~~~
As she was thinking these things, she began to register servos on her wings. She moaned softly, as the servos sent tingles of pleasure through them and down her back. Her frame began to heat up and her cooling fans kicked on. She began to vent a little faster as Dreadwing began to move his servos up and down her sides, leaving trails of heat behind.
They continued to try to bring her more pleasure as she started to writhe on Dreadwing's chestplates, gasping upon occasion.
Dreadwing lifted her out of the oil and treaded back to their old spot. Skyquake leaned against a rock and Dreadwing placed Wing Saber into his lap. Wing Saber panted, trying to recover she breath as he knelt in front of her.
"Wing Saber, listen to me. I am going to stimulate your panel. Let it open by itself. Your valve will be sealed differently than that of mechs. Your seal is inside your valve instead of at the opening." She nodded, though it was difficult to focus on what Dreadwing was saying with Skyquake licking her right inner wing.
"I will use my digits to stretch you before my spike enters you. It will hurt when I break your seal, but Skyquake will be trying to keep the pain at a minimum. Hopefully, you won't feel much pain."
Wing Saber nodded as Dreadwing reached his servo towards her panel. Her spark raced a bit as he traced slow circles on it. It didn't take long for it to open; clear pale purple lubricants beginning to drip out of her valve. He traced her valve before inserting a digit.
She gasped. The intrusion stung a bit, but it passed as he began to massage her opening. Soon he inserted a second, then a third. The third one hurt a bit more than the other two, but Wing Saber was quickly lost in the pleasure that she vaguely knew was supposed to be shared with her husband.
Dreadwing withdrew his digits and her cooling fans were running on full blast. She opened her optics that seemed to have closed again without her knowledge when she hear something slid open. She watched as Dreadwing's spike rise to its fullest. She felt guilty about what was about it happen. She was still human to a degree, right? Would their spirits bind anyway through this?
Skyquake reclined them back a little further as Dreadwing positioned himself over her. Her spark raced with fear. She gasped she Skyquake started to pay more attention to her wings.
Dreadwing cupped the side of her face with one servo and used his other one to guide her stabilizers around his waist before placing it beneath her lower back. He leaned the side of his helm against hers as he lined himself up and entered her quickly in one thrust, breaking her seal and burying himself to the hilt.
Wing Saber arched at the penetration and gasped at the painful breaking of her seal. At the precise moment Dreadwing entered her, Skyquake buried his digits into her wing hinges and gently bit down onto her wing, the combined stimulus of the pleasure from the bite and the pain from the seal breaking through Wing Saber into a hard overload.
Wing Saber keened as the brief stab of pain was forgotten when someone bit down on her wing and sent her into an overload. She saw white and Dreadwing held her close as she thrashed a bit.
Wing Saber sighed and slumped in Dreadwing's hold as the overload faded. That … that was … good. She had been too tired last time to dwell on the experience, but now … well, it should be with her future husband …
Dreadwing picked that moment to start moving his spike out of her. She bit her lipplate. There was no pain accompanying his movements. The pleasure was better than she had imagined it would be. Her thoughts became muddled and thick as Dreadwing's speed increased and with it, the pleasure. Wing Saber couldn't stop herself from making small sounds as brought her closer to another overload. Dreadwing whispered something into her audio that she didn't catch, but it served to send her higher into the cloud of bliss. A few more thrusts from him sent her crashing into an overload harder and longer than the last one. When it faded, she found that Dreadwing had changed their positions and he was leaning against a rock, holding her close to him as Skyquake sat off to the side, watching them.
~~~~~oooOOOooo~~~~~
Skyquake withdrew a few cubes of energon from a subspace pocket and gave both of them one once they had recovered. Wing Saber stared at hers. The energon that she and her family had been consuming came from the river under their dwelling and was put in whatever container would hold it. It did not come in cubes. The fanfics said that Cybertronians drank energon from cubes, but only a few said how to open them. And each way was different. She wasn't sure how this one was to be opened.
Dreadwing caught her gaze and reach for a corner of her cube, taking one of his talons and prying a corner of the cube off and folding it backwards out of the way. She smiled her thanks at him and drank a sip for the cube.
She grimaced. The energon from the river tasted better than this stuff.
"I apologize for the poor quality of the energon," said Dreadwing, "it lacks the necessary additives and nutrients for Seekers. The only between our energon verses the energon of the grounders in Lord Megatron's forces is that we get mid-grade. Grounders get low-grade."
I continued to drink my cube. It was definitely plainer and had a powdery texture compared to the river. The river's energon was thicker and had a citrus taste to it. I'd have to have them taste the energon of the river.
After refueling, Wing Saber was once again sandwiched between the twins. She asked them how long they would stay here.
"We don't know. Your heat will be over in two to three solar cycles at most. Then we would like to be able to speak with your family and show you how it properly suckle your youngest siblings."
"Why?"
"Your youngest two siblings are too young to be consuming regular energon. Younglings must suckle from their creators until their sparks and frames reach adulthood. If they are weaned too early, they will emotionally suffer for it. Sometimes, it will cause physical problems. You may not be their carrier, but you can now feed them until someone else can. It is preferred that you don't do the feeding for long."
I nodded before snuggling into Dreadwing's chestplates, tired from previous activates.
~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~
Jeremy stood of the "roof of their dwelling, watching as two large Seekers competed for his older sister and then proceeded to mate with her. If he saw correctly, they bonded to her too. He wanted to go to her and rescue her from the twin Seekers, who were a bit more than twice her size, but he felt a check in his spirit. After examining it a while, he came to the conclusion that they were trying to help her. He remembered her telling him about transformer genders and the mating rituals of Seekers, but could not remember the details.
He prayed that the Seekers would not take her from them, nor were they Decepticons. It would not end well if they were of the enemy.
~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~
That was difficult. I will not write M rated stuff unless it involves bonding.