Succubot
"Chapter: Rumble and Frenzy"
I surveyed the massive shell of Devastator before me. I hadn't completely drained of all his Spark energy, but there was no way he would get up. If my plan was to meet fruition I needed a tiny piece of hope to dangle in front of Megatron's nose plate as well as a convincing detail to add to the outlandish lie I would tell him. This would definitely send Megatron running. Devastator's deactivation would make Megatron furious, so I needed to sink in a little hook to reel him in all the way. Not only that, I needed a scapegoat for the combiner's defeat. And then an idea occurred to me—a pretty bow to tie up my package of deceit.
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Meanwhile on the Nemesis…
Megatron punched the console, "Scrapper! Reply blast you!"
Soundwave calmly maintained an open hailing frequency with the combiner team but nothing was coming through, "Channel is open, Megatron."
"Open a channel to all Decepticons." Soundwave immediately complied and Megatron all but shouted, "ALL Decepticons, transform and mobilize! We are going to defend OUR Space Bridge."
A klaxon blared, signaling the troops into action.
"But Megatron!" Starscream rose from his seat, "We are not at full strength. How do you expect to fend off an attack on the Space Bridge with our depleted forces?"
"I EXPECT my troops to do as their told, NOT question my orders!" was the succinct reply. "TO THE SPACE BRIDGE! GO! GO! GO!"
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I fled with all haste back to the Space Bridge, allowing my new pursuant to follow— six Autobots, all ready to capture me if they ever caught up. It took very little effort to find the small party of mechs and even less effort to provoke a chase. I simply stunned a small red mech with a well-placed laser blast, grabbed my prize, and fled. Predictably the mech's friends followed. If I could lead them back to the Space Bridge then I'd have my scapegoats as well as my ticket to get in close with Megatron's forces.
In no time I skidded to a halt on the edge of the ravine overlooking the Space Bridge, the small Autobot draped over my shoulder. I quickly looked back to see the other mechs closing the gap. I glanced up and saw the Decepticon dots flying in closer to the Space Bridge. I smiled as I formed a laser pulse rifle with my hand and fired at the Autobots. This was to be my finest performance.
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"THERE!" Megatron shouted, pointing toward the ravine. "It's the Autobots!"
"But who is that?" Starscream asked from his jet mode, "I don't recognize THAT Autobot."
Megatron magnified his optics to get a better look at what the sharp-sensored Seeker was mentioning. He could see the Autobots Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Hound, Ironhide, and Inferno as well as the minibot Cliffjumper who was laying offline beside a light blue and black figure. The lone figure didn't look like any Autobot he'd ever seen, nor did it appear to be with them for it was firing at the small raiding party.
"Neither do I." Megatron mentioned. He looked back at his meager contingent, "Ramjet, Dirge, and Thrust, set up a protective perimeter around the Space Bridge. The rest of you follow me!"
Obeying, the Decepticons branched off. Megatron flew over the scene with his remaining fighters. Honestly it was a pathetically small group and Megatron was mentally berating himself for facing the Autobots with such lackluster force. Starscream, Soundwave, and his drones were his best fighters, but the Coneheads, Reflector, and the remaining Stunticons weren't exactly his A-squad. However, as he descended, he wasn't sure if that would be a problem.
The dark mysterious figure fighting the Autobots appeared to be holding…HER…own? Megatron offlined his optics momentarily and rebooted them to make sure they were functioning properly. Was that a femme fighting those Autobots?
The twins Sideswipe and Sunstreaker charged her head on, transforming straight out of the vehicular modes for added momentum. The femme stood her ground in a fighting stance when suddenly her hands disappeared and were replaced with two long metal whips. With blinding speed the femme whirled in place, lashing the vicious metal coils at her attackers. Sideswipe's chest opened with a wire spewing gash and Sunstreaker's legs were swiped right out from under him. The femme tightened her whips around the yellow fighter's legs and with a massive spin around she chucked him across the battlefield into the other oncoming Autobots.
Megatron smirked to himself.
"WELL Megatron?" Starscream rasped, "Are you going to give the order to attack or shall we continue to hover needlessly?"
"As usual Starscream you fail to utilize that miniscule processor of yours." the leader grated.
The jet turned indignantly, almost threatening to train its guns on the warlord.
Megatron continued, pointing to the battle below, "Why waste our forces when it is clear they are not yet needed."
"You would let a FEMME fight your battles then?" Starscream snorted with contemptuous laughter.
"If THAT were the case I would've sent YOU already." Megatron retorted snidely.
Below, the femme executed a magnificent series of flips and hand-springs amongst her Autobot attackers, all the while dodging their strikes and laser fire. With a curt spin of her hips she bashed the Autobots surrounding her with her feet. She leaped upright again, grabbed Cliffjumper by his ankles, and threw him at the group of mechs. They quickly caught him, but upon seeing the Decepticons overhead they beat a hasty retreat since they had their friend.
Megatron smirked at his Second in Command who was transforming beside him, "See there Starscream. You just have to exercise patience."
"Patience." Starscream grumbled sarcastically.
The Decepticon leader descended and strode toward the lone femme whom had defeated the Autobots. She suddenly spun around and cracked one of her flails inches from his nose plate. Her red optics flashed dangerously.
"Identify yourself!" she barked in a sharp feminine timbre.
Megatron took in the sight of her. Strongly built for a femme and made of mostly black and light blue armor with a few red highlights. The armor was unusually heavy-looking for a femme and didn't give a lot of clues to her form beneath. Her audios were adorned with sharp antennae but her helmet was relatively plain in design. Only her intense red optics showed from behind a discreet face plate. Several weapons studded her frame, but were well melded to her design. She looked every inch a combatant.
Megatron drew himself up in that proud confident stance of a Decepticon leader, "I am Megatron."
The ruby optics narrowed then widened.
She lowered her posture, "So you are. What brings you to my battlefield?"
"I would ask you the same thing. What are you doing so close to my Space Bridge?" Megatron crossed his hefty arms.
"Well. You claimed you didn't need my help…but it was clearly needed." she replied, her optics critical.
Megatron frowned, "YOU were the bounty hunter?"
Her whip-like appendages slid back into her arms and her hands reappeared, "As I told you before, that term offends me."
"Identify yourself." Megatron commanded sternly.
The femme gave a formal bow, often reserved for high ranking Cybertronian officials, "Forgive me, I am called Cinder, huntress of the Decepticon forces."
Starscream stepped forward and pointed at her, "I've never heardof you. What are you doing here?"
She looked at him, "Defending your Space Bridge of course." Cinder pointed into the ravine behind her, "I'm afraid your soldiers were ambushed by that battalion of Autobots and were subsequently offlined before I arrived."
Megatron moved closer to the edge to see the massive prone form of Devastator.
He snarled, clenching his fists, "THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE! How could those Autobot fools defeat Devastator?"
The femme tossed a mangled chunk of metal into his hands, "I suspect some kind of paralyzing weapon, designed to drain his Spark energy. I've seen them before but I never realized the Autobots had such weapons."
Megatron examined the mutilated device and then handed it to Soundwave for further examination. The communications specialist eyed the femme a moment and then scanned the device.
"She is correct. Device is indicative of a Spark neutralizer." was his conclusion.
"No doubt one of that crack pot Wheeljack's inventions." the warlord growled under his vocalizer, "The Autobots will SUFFER for his outrage!"
Soundwave continued, "But statement of Devastator's deactivation is false. I am detecting faint traces of Spark energy."
Immediately, Megatron shoved his formidable rage aside and began to channel it into roaring orders, "I want Devastator transported to Cybertron for repairs. Get him in the Space Bridge! Soundwave, contact Shockwave and let him know what he's about to get. Tell him getting Devastator repaired is his only priority now."
"As you command, Megatron."Soundwave began to channel the message.
As the troops busied themselves Megatron looked to Cinder, "And YOU managed to defeat these Autobots where Devastator could not?"
Cinder's eyes narrowed in what appeared to be a smirk, "The element of surprise has tremendous power."
"Huh!" Starscream mocked with great suspicion, "How do we know YOU didn't deactivate Devastator with this device?"
The femme curtly turned, "I don't blame you for being suspicious of me, but you have my word as an honorable huntress Devastator was down by the time I responded to the call. I merely drove off the Autobot invaders to defend your valued asset."
"Hollow oaths are hardly worth trusting..." Starscream spat as he looked her over a minute, "I suggest we interrogate her to find the truth."
Megatron could already see the eagerness burning in Starscream's optics as he stared at Cinder. But the femme's optics didn't betray any fear whatsoever. In fact they were squint in an almost delighted way.
He snorted with near amusement, "I'll BET you would Starscream."
"It would be for the good of our cause of course, Megatron." the Seeker quickly explained never taking his predatory gaze from the huntress.
The response was quickly met with a hard fist to the side of the Commander's helmet. Starscream yelped in pain, holding his head.
"Forgive my Second in Command. He has no manners…or tact." the Decepticon leader smiled as Starscream squirmed, "Perhaps you would accompany my forces back to our ship for talks."
Starscream hissed, "WHAT? You TRUST HER?!"
Megatron fixed his Second in Command with a fierce glare, "Didn't I just give the order to transport Devastator to Cybertron? Make yourself useful Starscream and get to work!"
"But I…" the red and white jet Con protested.
With a curt metal foot to the Seeker's aft, Megatron drove his order home. Starscream quickly flew down to aid in the moving of their gestalt team.
"Talks, hmm? Not an interrogation" Cinder had the slightest hint of irony in her tone.
He gestured with his hand, "I believe a civil chat would suffice."
Cinder bowed her head, "I would be honored Lord Megatron."
Got him.
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Much later…
As I entered the Nemesis I couldn't help but smile broadly beneath my face plate façade. Megatron was no fool, obviously, but I couldn't help but find it amusing that he dismissed his Second in Command's suspicion when he was in fact correct.
Speaking of the Second in Command—I stole a glance over my shoulder as we all landed on the Nemesis platform that had opened for the troops. He was still glaring at me and I secretly licked my lip components.
My, my, what a fiery mech with such a gorgeous frame and handsome face.
His voice was not deep and velvety like Megatron's or Soundwave's, nor was it incredibly pleasant when he got angry…but I knew that powerful screech of his would be a wondrous sound when he was pounding my port.
Oh yes, I would have fun with that one very soon.
I fervently hoped he was as good as the other two with his design.
In the back of my mind I felt a slight tingling and turned to face it. Soundwave was staring at me too, but he was doing far more than looking. The mech was trying to read my mind. However, I wasn't letting him sense anything except the most basic of thoughts that would be expected from a femme like "Cinder". I wasn't about to let him read my true mind. I wondered— could he sense my blocks? For some reason I couldn't read him either. It was very alluring. In all my countless centuries I never found a mech so able to shield his thoughts from me.
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Megatron looked at Cinder off to his right, "I will expect you in my Battle Quarters in one megacycle. I shall have one of my Decepticons escort you to your quarters to wait until that time."
All at once Soundwave's chest compartment opened and out jumped Rumble and Frenzy. They landed gracefully but immediately began jumping and waving their arms like a couple of rambunctious Sparklings.
"ME! ME! I'll escort her!" both of them shouted at the same time.
The Thrust immediately protested, "IN your dreams runts!"
"Yeah you pipsqueaks are…" Ramjet pointed at the twins.
"SILENCE!" Megatron bellowed to end the inevitably bad argument.
The mechs obeyed and Megatron finally pointed at the two drones, "You two. See that our guest is escorted to her quarters."
Rumble and Frenzy saluted, barely able to control the smirks on their faces, "We'll take GOOD care of her Megatron."
"The rest of you assume your earlier duties!" Megatron barked.
The Decepticons dispersed leaving Rumble and Frenzy to escort the new femme. Cinder eyed the two small mechs with interest and then bent down. The drone brothers were standing rigid as metal plates, just staring up at the femme. Neither had seen a femme aboard the Nemesis before, much less a Decepticon femme.
"Well aren't you the cutest mechs." she stated gently. "What are your names?"
"I'm Frenzy!" the red and black mech blurted out awkwardly.
"And I'm Rumble, Sweetspark." the purplish blue mech tried to talk smooth.
Cinder smiled behind her faceplate, "You may escort me to my quarters then."
"Sure thing toots." Rumble rushed out in front to lead the way.
Frenzy ran after him, trying to walk faster than his brother. Cinder patiently followed the brothers as they babbled excitedly.
"We don't see many femmes out this way." Rumble explained.
"Yeah. Gets kinda lonely here on Earth." Frenzy quipped.
Rumble turned around, walking backward, "It was really awesome how you kicked those Autobots cans like that."
Cinder continued to walk, "It wasn't too difficult."
"Yeah! Yeah. They're a bunch of wimps." Frenzy agreed. "We kick their cans ALL the time."
It didn't take long before they arrived at the "guest" quarters, which was formerly Astrotrain's domicile.
"Here it is. We'll come get ya when Megatron calls." Rumble said, waving a bit.
"Thank you Rumble and Frenzy." Cinder thanked them before entering the room.
The moment the door hissed shut Rumble and Frenzy hacked the door to the adjacent room and ran inside. Scrambling they began following the walls, seeming to search for something.
"Come on…come on! Where are they?" Rumble hissed, hands brushing the walls.
Frenzy scoured the purple metal, "I know we cut holes in these walls. You remember when we filled Astrotrain's quarters with flame retardant foam?"
"Duh, Frenzy! That's why we made the holes in the first place!" Rumble rolled his optics.
"HA! I found em!" Frenzy finally cheered, carefully prying the small circle of metal out.
The red and black drone put his optic to the hole and peeked in.
Suddenly, Rumble shoved his brother aside "Move it Frenzy! I get the first look!"
"HEY! I found it first!" the red drone growled, returning the shove.
"Find the other hole glitch head! This one's mine." Rumble batted his brother's hands away before his mouth curved with a smile, "OH…there she is."
Frenzy grabbed his brother's shoulder and shoved him away, "I wanna see! Move it Rumble you pit fraggin' slagger!"
But Rumble quickly retaliated, throwing a powerful punch into Frenzy's head and regaining his position at the peep hole. Though he wanted to fight some more Frenzy decided to go ahead and find the second hole, which he did in a few short seconds. Through the holes the twins could see Cinder standing in the center of the room, seemingly oblivious to their gaze. They stared transfixed at the large femme in the bulky armor, waiting.
Cinder paced the room for awhile, looking at all the accoutrements. She then sat for several minutes, just gazing at the wall.
Frenzy fidgeted, mouth fixed in a frustrated frown, "Come on…come on…DO something already."
"Shh!" Rumble hissed, "She'll hear you numb nodes!"
All at once a release of pressure hissed from the femme's body. Rumble and Frenzy froze, their jaws agape with rampant anticipation.
"Oh…is she gonna?" Frenzy whispered.
With a click, Cinder pulled the heavy plates from her ankles and laid them on the work ledge.
"Oh yeah…she is." Rumble smirked lewdly.
The dark femme's hands hissed and she pulled off a pair of metal gauntlets studded with titanium knuckles. She had lovely, dainty silver hands which proceeded to remove the armor cuffs from her wrists. The slender fingers slid down her legs and pried off the weapon belt she had fastened to her hip joint. Without that bulky utility belt the twins could see the luscious curve of her hip plate. Cinder massaged the curve gently and then flicked the releases to her thigh plates.
"Yeah…yeah…" Frenzy was shaking again.
The bulkiness fell away into her hands and the little Cons feasted upon the sight of her exposed leg pistons. They were dark in color but so shiny and smooth and such a beautiful shape. Why she chose to hide such gorgeous legs was beyond them. She turned slowly, giving the twins an optic full of her smooth aft plate.
"Mmmm." Rumble purred, stroking the wall as if her aft were right there.
"Check out that aft! I just wanna shock it!" Frenzy announced lewdly.
A quiet transformation sound and the armor surrounding Cinder's chest and shoulders folded in upon itself, revealing even more of her natural structure. Her chest plate was wide and black as fresh oil. A silver Decepticon insignia marked the seam. Then she withdrew her face plate into the sides of her helmet. Her face was utter Cybertronian beauty; dark around the eyes and bright across the slim face.
Frenzy found his hand automatically addressing his chest with ghostly strokes. His brother was practically shoving his visor clear through his peep hole. That's when Cinder's red optics darted suddenly in their direction, drawn by the faintest flicker of red near the floor. Rumble and Frenzy pulled away from their individual peep holes and froze against the wall.
"Did she see us?" Frenzy whispered with dread.
Rumble grimaced, "I think she saw my visor."
"You idiot!" Frenzy hissed angrily. "Now we won't get to see the GOOD stuff!"
Rumble looked worried and frustrated, "Well…maybe she didn't see me? Check and see if she's still looking."
Frenzy narrowed the light in his visor with a cautious frown, seeming to try and mentally prepare himself for the daring task. Very quickly he peeked again.
"Uh…Rumble…she's gone."
"Gone?" the purplish blue mech looked for himself.
Suddenly, the door opened and both drones yelped with surprise upon seeing Cinder's curvy shadow in the doorframe.
"OH…uh…Cinder…we were just uh…" Frenzy babbled.
"Uh…" Quickly Rumble replaced one of the metal circles back into the wall, "We were JUST fixing these maintenance holes in the wall."
"Yeah! Yeah!" Frenzy agreed quickly, "Maintenance is our job! You need maintenance they call me an' Rumble."
Cinder narrowed her optics, "Oh. So you're busy?"
The red and black drone began to weld the hole shut to drive his lie home, "Yeah! Busy, busy, busy! All the time."
"Too busy…to look at this?" Cinder replied, brazenly opening her chest plate.
Both Rumble and Frenzy simultaneously dropped the metal disks in their hands. Cinder slowly walked toward the smaller Cons and knelt down in front of them. She teasingly turned her bare Spark Chamber at each of them as she smiled.
"Do you boys like to look? Hmm?" she crooned in a low voice. "I just LOVE bad mechs. And you two…are VERY bad."
The cassette twins couldn't find their vocalizers' function command. The dark femme reached out and stroked their small chests with her fingers briefly. Then she began stroking her own Chamber right before their optics. With a tantalizing rhythm she petted her Spark Chamber, dimming her optics. Rumble and Frenzy were so stunned they just about lost their mandibles on the floor.
Suddenly she reached out and grabbed them, brought them to her opened chest, and practically merged them to her wires. Very placidly they slumped in her grip, enjoying the soft mass of circuits against their frames. Both automatically began to grope anything they could get their hands on. They tugged at Cinder's wires, sending the femme into erotic convulsions. Slowly she lay back on the floor her chest arched upward.
"Oh…that's so good." she moaned.
"Yeah?"
She smiled, biting her lip components, "Oh yes. Give me more."
Rumble and Frenzy shared an excited look and then reformed their arms into hammer pistons. With a gentility never reserved for such weapons they began to rapidly tap away at her spark chamber, only causing a deep vibration against the heated metal. Cinder moaned deeply, her neck arching back into the floor. She lashed her head back and forth with euphoria as her whole body vibrated. In a few short seconds she was revving and whining, heat waves wafting from her chest cavity until at last the twins stopped.
Immediately she grabbed one in each hand and sat up, nuzzling their chests with her nose plate. Her lips ghosted over their chests, delicately flipping them open with a wire in her mouth.
"Oh…you bad mechs..." Cinder purred, "…you're so cute. I could just eat you up."
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Soundwave's head suddenly snapped up from his monitor. Something was wrong. Images and garbled sounds began flashing in his mainframe.
Rumble and Frenzy.
A dark room.
Cinder.
Dark armor falling to the floor.
Distorted moans of pleasure.
Six white optics and dozens of metal coils.
The communications specialist stood up and then felt the panic from his creations. Something was happening to them…something horrendous. Soundwave dropped what he was doing and rushed out of the room.
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I held the two little Cons with my head coils, gently draining their Sparks while caressing their Spark Chambers. As they whimpered with pleasure, I suddenly felt a third presence briefly touch my true mind. My optics all flashed with alarm.
Soundwave.
I paused briefly from my feeding. Somehow Soundwave had a telepathic link to these two mechs and whatever I was doing to them was being fed directly to him.
No! Not now. Not yet.
If Soundwave discovered my true identity my carefully planned deception would be destroyed along with my hopes of seducing the finest members of the Decepticon forces. I knew I would have to stop him from finding the truth. I quickly put down the two weakened mechs and slipped out the door.
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Soundwave moved through the Nemesis corridors with uncharacteristic speed. All he could think about were his creations; nothing else took precedence—not even reporting to Megatron. Logic and reason dictated time was not on his side if Rumble and Frenzy's lives were in danger. He had to get to them immediately.
Rounding a corner to follow the dimming waves of metal feedback he was receiving from the twins, Soundwave felt a disturbing tingling in his processors. There was another presence…something he'd never felt before. It wasn't a Decepticon. It wasn't an Autobot. Soundwave wasn't even sure if it was Cybertronian. But there was an ominous presence very near and hovering on the same mental waves he was utilizing.
Soundwave kept moving.
[WHACK!]
Soundwave went rigid when something thin pierced either side of his neck. The blue and white Decepticon lost all control of his motor functions and went into stasis, collapsing on the corridor floor like a stringless puppet. As his optics dimmed he faintly caught a glimmer of white and silver descending toward him from the shadows of the ceiling.
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From the ceiling I smiled as I retracted my sharp claspers from Soundwave's neck. A quick shock to his neural pathways would put him into stasis for the better half of the day. Very gently my head tentacles coiled around the limp mech's frame and lifted him up.
"You almost figured out the truth, dear Soundwave." I whispered, stroking his mask with my claws.
He hadn't raised the alarm. Now, I could savor the mechs left without fear of discovery. And this mech, I would save for last.
A/N: All right. This next chapter should be done pretty soon and it will be my hottest one to date…at least in my humble opinion.