Chapter 24: He's Ok
(Rated M at the end)
MoonStrider hummed, shrugging under the weight of her shell. The shoulders were still hurting, the weight still sitting heavy on her shoulders. She was currently with Faber, getting the armor adjusted better.
"Take out your lenses, I need to fix the coloration." Faber poked and prodded at her armored form, jotting down a note or two on a data pad. Looking up, MoonStrider reached up and lightly touched the sides of her optics before peeling off a clear lens. She handed over the lenses to Faber, who placed them in a clear solution on the table.
"Will I be able to move the face plates soon?" She asked, but the mask over he face remaining unmoving. Faber shook his helm.
"Faceplates are far more complicated than other parts of your armor. There are dozens of rotary gears under your face plates, I'd have to connect all of them separately." Faber poked a few more places before telling her to remove the armor. "I'll make the adjustments and get it back to you by next cycle." Good, she didn't have a match for the next 4 cycles.
She was planning to visit Megatronus this cycle, she was flying over once she was done here. Ratchet had contacted her earlier this cycle to tell her that Megatronus had regained consciousness and had been non-stop asking for her. He had actually yell at her to "Get her aft over here of he'd shove a wrench up it". She had found it very amusing.
"The shoulders are still heavy, is there any way to fix that?" She asked bending over the data pad he had scribbled on.
"Not unless you want to have a weak spot. I would suggest you gain some strength in your shoulders, you are going to need it." MoonStrider nodded and said her goodbyes to Faber. She exited the armor shop and headed to the edge of Kaon.
Sadly she had to pass that one brothel, where she had gained quite a number of admirers. The femmes and mechs chirped at her, waving and calling her over. She smiled at them, but continued on. The sounds of their disappointment could be heard from behind her as she walked to the edge of Kaon. She made it there a few breams later and found a vacant spot where she could transform.
She jumped into the air, initiating her transformation sequence.
It was easy, like riding a bike. She could just do it. She could feel the shift of metal plates moving in and around, shifting into another form. A sleek, cybertronian jet with thick, stream-lined wings took her place. Her alt-mode was fast, and easy to maneuver due to the double set of wings she had.
She could feel the air under her wings, it felt so good. She relished in the feeling of the air around her, feeling her form cut through the air as her powerful thrusters pushed her though her air. She hummed in happiness, twirling and diving through the air with ease. She didn't get to fly a lot, it drove her crazy most of the time, but it was a drain on her energon so she had to coupe.
She felt so free, she had forgotten her troubles on the ground, and it was just her and the skies.
Sadly, her trip was short and she reached Iacon within the second jour.
She landed on the outskirts of Iacon, where the lower levels opened to the sky. She landed on the edge, looking down at the under-city of Iacon. Ratchet's clinic was on the surface, but it was still in the rougher areas, so she didn't need to go down there. It was fascinating though, to look down at the lower levels and to wonder how many there were under it. One day she'd find out.
She left after a moment, heading towards the slums of the upper level, where the lower-casted bots lived. She walked with her helm held high, and few tried to approach her. Those that did were batted off or ignored. This one mech though he could just take her home. He quickly found out how wrong he was.
MoonStrider made it to Ratchet's clinic and entered, heading straight to the back. Ratchet walked out of one of the rooms just as she entered the hall, a look of annoyed relief on his face.
"Finally! Get your aft in there and tell him to shut the frag up!" Ratchet grouched, pointing to a door at the end of the hall. MoonStrider smiled wide, laughing at the medic's attitude. She thanked him, bumping her helm slightly against his in a show of thanks. The medic grumbled, waving her off before disappearing into one of the side rooms. She moved down the hall and entered the room at the end.
Her smile grew soft as she spotted her Megatronus, lying on the berth with a data pad in his servos, looking bored. His damage was completely gone, save for the cosmetic damage to his paint job. His arm was looking the fine, but the armor looked a bit different. Well, she didn't blame Ratchet for not getting 100 percent accuracy, especially when Megatronus had been dying.
She hummed, announcing her arrival. Megatronus' helm snapped over, her optics showing delight when he was her.
"Strides," He spoke, trying to stand but falling back with a pained grunt. She moved over quickly, pushing him back down and sitting next to him. Two strong arms wrapped around her waist tightly, holding her close to the owner's frame snuggly. Megatronus' helm rested over her spark as he held her close. She took note that his movements were slow; he was more than likely very sore from his previous damage.
She curled close, carful of his tender frame. She was so relieved: her Megatronus was ok. She had been so scared; she was worried he would die. Her claws traced over small parts of his helm in a soothing motion. They stayed that way for several breams, holding each other close. Megatronus pulled back first.
"Where are we, Strider?" He asked, tilting his helm in question.
"Iacon," She informed.
"And how did we get to Iacon?"
"A ship," she replied slowly, unsure how he would react. Tickets were not cheap. Megatronus looked around at the medical bay he was currently in, his optics narrowing.
"We are in a medical bay, in Iacon." He restated. MoonStrider smiled.
"Your processor must be damaged for you to repeat the information I just gave you." She spoke, prodding lightly at the back of his helm for emphasis. He glared up at her.
"How did you get enough credits?" He demanded, glaring up at her. Damn it, she hoped that he would overlook that part… She sighed, she had to tell him.
"A… variety of ways…" She mumbled, reluctant to tell him. Megatronus' bright blue optics widened comically.
"You didn't…" He asked in a choked voice. Her face scrunched up and she gave a good 'thwack' to the back of his helm.
"NOT THAT, IDIOT!" Megatronus though she had "sold" herself. She rolled her optics, scowling down at the moron she put up with.
"Well, what else was I supposed to think?! That you joined the circus!?" He snapped back, holding the back of his helm.
"That's a far more probable occurrence than me fragging for credits!" She yelled, scowling at the thought. She was a seeker, she had standards.
"Well then what did you do?" he grumbled. MoonStrider's scowl melted into a cautious look.
"Um…" she twiddled her thumbs as he stared her down, his gaze intense. Damn those baby blues! Her walls could never hold against such an OP attack! She groaned, her helm lolling off to one side to look at him.
"I might have… used my free account…"
He exploded, almost literally.
"YOU STUPID FEMME! THAT WAS THE CREDITS YOU WERE GOING TO USE TO BUY YOUR FREEDOM! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" He roared, vaulting off of his berth and knocking her to the floor. She landed with an 'omph!' right on her aft, blinking in surprise before standing and getting in his face.
"WELL WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?! YOU WERE DYING!" She thundered back, her chest puffing up as she unconsciously tried to make herself look bigger.
"NOT THROW AWAY YOUR FREEDOM ON SOME UNNEEDED MEDICAL TREATMENT!"
"YOU. WERE. DYING!"
"I DON'T CARE!" He roared, moving forward and grabbing her firmly by the shoulders, her voice lowering as he spoke next. "Your future depended on those credits, MoonStrider. Your future is worth far more than me." He spoke lowly, bending slightly to look her straight into the optics. She looked at him sadly, her wings drooping as she leaned forward. Their foreheads touched.
"I don't want a future without you in it…" She whispered, showing a rare moment of vulnerability. She closed her optics as he brought her close, burying her helm in the crook of his neck, smelling his familiar, comforting scent. They stood there; the only sounds were their systems running.
"You scared me…" she whispered wobbly.
"I'm sorry." He whispered back.
"You were dying…"
"I'm sorry"
"Don't you ever, ever do that to me again!" She commanded harshly, thumping him on the chest. He continued apologizing, even as her field crashed against his, wrapping around his and meshing into one as she tried to get as close to him as possible. Megatronus sat them down, his frame needing rest after such strain on his healing frame. He kept her close, his arms wrapping firmly around her shoulders and lower back. He was carful of her wings, holding her just above and just below them. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck because his shoulders were too damn wide for her to reach around comfortably.
"Femme…" He sighed, resting his chin on top of her helm as he relaxed. His blue optics closed. He had really scared her, he could tell.
Megatronus had been in a bad situation. He had gone to Clench's office when he was summoned and had been told he was to fight in the next beast match. Megatronus knew he wasn't ready for such a fight and had voiced so to Clench. His concerns fell on deaf audios. Clench didn't give a turbo-rat's aft if he was ready or not, he only cared about the profits. He was instructed to fight, or MoonStrider would have to. He went into the ring, and he lost. Now he was here, a distraught MoonStrider held tightly in his arms.
Later, Megatronus would find out about MoonStrider's encounter with Clench, and how she was already fighting the beasts. He'd be so pissed that he'd punch through a wall, making MoonStrider yell at him and apologize to the gladiators living the quarters next to theirs. They would have a Megatronus-fist-sized hole in their wall, too.
But for now he would just sit there with her in his arms, content in the little med bay in a city so different than his home.
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Megatronus was brought back to Kaon, and he found out about MoonStrider's fighting and how she even fought his matches. Everything happened as it was predicted, and MoonStrider was still apologizing to the mech next door, who grumbled but waved her off. She welded on a piece of metal for privacy before as Megatronus huffed on the berth.
"Can't believe that creation-of-a-glitch, I'll kill him, I swear it!" He growled from where he sat, hissing and mumbling ideas of Clench's upcoming demise. MoonStrider smiled from where she was, welding on the last side of the metal patch, which she would fix later after she dealt with her angered mech.
She was just glad to have him back. His mouth was running so that was a good sign that he'd be fully mobile soon. She smiled at his curses and death threats. Placing the welder down she walked over to where he sat and plopped down on his lap, her curves pressing nicely into his frame. It did as she intended and he quieted down, distracted by the delectable frame that now occupied his lap. His servos glided over her sides as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling herself close to him.
"Hmm, what were you saying?" She hummed airily, brushing the side of her face to his.
"Don't remember…" He didn't seem to mind her distraction, he really didn't. Good, he was ranting and she had tuned out half his death threats.
Ratchet said that he should avoid stress as much as possible; all together if possible. Ranting and raving about her matches was the complete opposite of "stress-free". So she had a plan to calm him down, maybe even get him to sleep so she could go get a few errands done. Like pick up her armor from Faber.
"Lay back and get comfortable." She purred into Megatronus' audios, he happily complied. She had asked Ratchet if interfacing was considered stress, he said no. In fact, he told her that it would be a good way to relieve stress, but she had to be careful and bring Megatronus back to Iacon in one vorn for a final systems check. Until then she had to take him to a medic here to keep his systems regulated. She didn't mind any of it, who's to say 'no' to a medic? Especially when he's ordering you to frag.
MoonStrider kneaded Megatronus' torso, almost like a massage. He sighed, leaning back into their berth as she worked around his frame. She removed armor, exposing his protoform. He had a beautiful protoform. It was silver and red, little gold accents here and there.
Her servos glided over him, scratching at sensitive spots and tugging at wires. Her claws traced around the ports lining his sides, letting bits of energy trickle out of her and into him. He moaned loudly, his strong frame arching into her touch. His optics were almost closed as he reached for her, his servos grabbing at her sides. MoonStrider smiled before grabbing his servos and placing them back at his sides. He got the message and kept them there.
He groaned as she scratched over his chassis; paint flaked away as her sharp, deadly claws dug into him. She made sure not to cause him pain in any way, but she could still drag this out. She looked over his moaning, pleasured frame, her golden optics bright and intense.
There was something about doing this with him that got her going.
She had many lovers in her past life, and she had her fair share of crazy, intense sex. She had done it all back then: every position, every toy and idea. But she had just started with this frame and had only tried a handful of things, still getting used to the feel of it in her new body. It was so refreshing, so thrilling. She enjoyed interfacing in this frame, and she enjoyed it with her Megatronus.
She had claimed him, he was hers and she was his. They had marked each other as theirs, and everyone knew it, even if it was unconsciously. That's why no one fragged with them; because they knew where one was, so was the other.
Her smile became feral as her servo brushed over his panel, making him groan at the teasing contact.
"Strider…" He groaned, almost begging. She knew how to riel him up, get him crazy and needy. She loved it. Her claws teased the sides of his panel, her frame holding down his legs to keep him in place. His claws dug into the berth, adding to the numerous other scratches that ran up and down its surface.
MoonStrider scooted down his legs, her aft ending up just above his peds. Her wigs were high in what could be seen as smugness, but just a tad different. She leaned down, her servos grasping the mech's hips. Her tongue poked out to run over his panel and it immediately retracted, setting his straining spike free. She hummed in triumph.
His spike was large; he was a large mech after all. Red colored the underside with black and silver on the top. Ridges and sensor clusters ran up and down the sides, and at the base there was these series of positive and negative magnetic spots that provided added pleasure to whoever he was spiking. MoonStrider shivered, those felt amazing, she would know.
The seeker femme purred at her prize, it was aaalll hers! Her grin widened as she grabbed it, drawing a gasp from its owner. She moved her servo up and down its impressive length, drawing groans from the silver gladiator below her. Claws lightly trailed over the underside, almost tickling. Megatronus growled: irritated and snarling at her. MoonStrider chuckled before giving in to her mech's demands.
Her lips closed over the tip, drawing his spike into her mouth. His frame arched into her, bucking into her warm mouth.
Megatronus cursed as she took all of him into her mouth, deep throating him. She swallowed several times so she wouldn't gag; this frame wasn't used to it yet. Humph, she'd have to rebuild all of her "talents" that she used to have. Megatronus was still bucking into her mouth, but she held his hips down as she slowly pulled her helm back, sucking hard and swirling her tongue before pushing back down. She picked up her pace, her whole frame rocking back and forth as she pleasured him. A purr started in her chassis; vibrating up her frame and making Megatronus choke as it vibrated his spike.
His whole frame shuttered as she paid extra attention to the magnetic spots at the base of his spike, running her tongue and claws over each one. She could taste him. He tasted strong, but in a good way. It left a tingle on her tongue that felt interesting. It made her want to taste him more.
Her wings puffed out, fanning them both as Megatronus began to shudder, close to overload. His optics were closed tightly and his mouth was opened wide as he let out the most delicious of sounds.
He overloaded with a yell, his frame arching from his hard release. The taste was strong and nice in her mouth and she made sure he was watching ash she swallowed. It took him a good while to come down from his high. The stress and tension from the past orn had built up and released in that one powerful overload. His frame slumped, his optics now closed out of exhaustion rather than pleasure.
MoonStrider sat back up, wiping transfluid and her own oral fluid from her mouth. She smacked her lips a few times as she cleaned Megatronus and herself with a rag before standing. The femme stretched high into the air, content with her work.
There was a bang on the wall.
"Keep it down or amp it up!" A muffled mech's voice was heard through the wall. "It's annoying when it keeps me up but I can't hear the details!" MoonStrider laughed.
(AN: Sorry about the lateness of this update, finals are a pain in my ass.
This chapter doesn't count as the 'special' chapter, MoonStrider's heat cycle will happen. I just wanted to write this :3 MoonStrider in very old in mind, so she knows what she's doing… and what she will be doing *Evil laughter*
Been thinking of doing requests, but I'm unsure…
Thank you to those who have drawn fanart for this story, I love you all!
FlorLove152:Thank you, I've been thinking of doing the armor thing for awhile, it also gave me good one-shot ideas :3
Guest: Yes, there are always more chapters for this story
Bee4ever:Oh yeah, she kicks serious ass in the ring. Her past life beat out most of her morals/restraints
Flying-Freely: I'm glad I made your day! :3 I know every review makes my days brighter so I am happy to give back! MoonStrider is a very clever femme; she's got years and years of experience and wisdom to back her up. Faber and whoever I add may or may not have various degrees of importance. I know I really like Faber, I hope to keep him as long as possible. Megatron won't be popping up for some time though… MXM 4EVER!
Jazzy the Jazz: Idiabolical plan for making people like Megatron is coming to fruition! Ok,ok Autobot… The only reason half of you are Autobots is because Prime gives a good view XD
Hockeynut178:Haha, you reviewed twice, once as yourself, once as a guest! Two in one X3 Yeah, I is a lot like contact lenses, I hope that was understandable for everyone… I'm glad I made you laugh! I is funny! My life is complete *yoga stance of some sort*
Hope you all enjoyed my little dip into the nsfw world, there will be more to come (like Megatronus, fuck I'm a dirty person)
Till all are one!~