This takes place in InMoNochrome's Scorpid 'verse, and this flight of fancy oneshot is centered on Jazz and my OC Sparkwing. However, there is no real romance between them, just a bit of parental-type affection from Jazz to Sparkwing, with Jazz not having met Prowl yet. See chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 8 of InMoNochrome's Oneshot Collection for the relevant ficlets about the Queen.
I wrote this because I needed some cheering up, but I hope all y'all enjoy it!
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Sparkwing watched the Queen with trepidation visible in her optics. What did the Queen want with her? Was the Queen going to cast her out? Because she was not one of his Horde, he had plenty of right to cast her out. If he did, however, she had no place to go, nowhere else to turn to that would take her in. Life in this Horde was all she knew on Cybertron.
Not that she'd known much more before awakening to find herself in one of the Horde's tunnels with no memory whatsoever.
She listened attentively as the Queen began speaking, his familiar form practically glowing under the light of the crystals around them.
"Youngling, you have loitered with my Horde for too long," he spoke, holding up a servo to forestall her questions or outburst. She bristled, plating flaring up in defense. He sighed, "I know that you have been working usefully, but I cannot allow you to for any longer, lest you run away and tell others about my Horde. I would let you leave, but you know too much about us."
Jazz paused, staring at her expectedly as if waiting for her to speak. She did, saying a bit dejectedly, "What would you have me do to let me stay? You know that I have no place to go."
The Queen looked tenderly at the frightened Cybertronian. He stood from his formal throne to stand in front of her, his tail thumping along the ground. He took her chin in one servo, lifting her helm for him to see her teary faceplates. The Queen murmured to her, his voice soft, "Lost one, I implore you to listen to my words: I wish for you to become one of my Horde, partly because a bond has already developed but mostly because I know it would please my eldest. I believe it would please you as well. Am I correct?"
Sparkwing sat gaping at the kind Queen. Her get transformed into a Scorpid? Did Jazz mean that? And... Would her dear Sniffer be happy if Jazz changed her? That was what really caught her attention-that Sniffer would like it if she turned into a Scorpid. She knew he only thought about her as a sister, but to be closer to him in such a way made her happy.
She worried her lip, knowing that she was running out of time to answer the Queen. Sparkwing had been thinking about the subject long before being asked today, however, and finally had an answer.
"Yes," she stated softly, "I want to become a Scorpid."
Jazz smiled, apparently relieved at the words. "The change will hurt, as I'm sure you learned from my guard."
She nodded. "I did learn that from Trailbreaker. When can you change me?" she asked eagerly.
Jazz chuckled, "We should go to a room where you feel comfortable."
"'Kay, your room, please?"
The Queen held his servos out to lead the femme to his room, and she followed rather obediently, holding herself close to him on the way there. They entered the room, uncaring of the fancy decorations there.
Jazz had Sparkwing lie down on the berth. He observed her supine form with an uncommon hunger in his gaze and gracefully moved to hover over her, straddling her waist with his knees. With his advanced audials, he heard her sparkrate pick up rapidly as she gripped his thin waist with her servos. He leaned down, supporting himself with one servo while his other caressed her doorwings gently, earning a soft moan from the femme.
Jazz relished in the sound, feeling Sparkwing's EM field flare against his. He murmured against her chevron, feeling her shudder at his growled words, "Can't wait to see you after your transformation; going to look absolutely gorgeous. Think you'll be a sire type or a carrier type?"
Sparkwing barely scraped together enough coherency to answer the Queen. "I hope to Primus and Unicron that I'm not a carrier type, but to be yours, I don't care."
Jazz felt touched and let his emotions seep into his field, allowing her to feel his gratitude and strong parental love for her. He tilted his helm just enough to brush his lips against hers, gladly swallowing her gasp. His servo roamed over doorwings, stroking and teasing, distracting her from the pain that was about to come. His tail thumped gently on the berth before the needle from its tail spike extended. He stroked over her stomach with his claws, scratching just light enough to not draw energon. He pulled off a plate of armor covering her side as he growled in her audio, "You would do well as a sire type, I think. We have quite a few unmated carriers in my Horde."
As Jazz continued speaking in that low tone of voice he knew she loved so much, he slid his tail into a main energon line in her side, releasing the changing poison into her body. Barely even flinching at the sting of the needle, she hissed in pain at feeling the liquid burn as it entered her body. Calmly, Jazz held her down as she soon started writhing under him, letting out cries as her body slowly morphed into the form of a Scorpid.
First was the overall armor, it changed to be more spiky, more threatening; it rippled over her body, cracking and flaring as it tried to settle. The plates covering her back separated to form spines. Sparkwing positively screamed as her sensory panels split apart, growing into an elaborate set that curled, forming almost a curtain behind her. To Jazz, it looked somewhat like webbing that was connecting the four sensory panels. Next came the tail that grew as an extension of her spine. It was covered in the same deep red as the majority of her armor, and Jazz purred when he saw the growing spurs near the end. The large ones were the pink-gold of her chevron while the smaller ones were white like the diamond over her spark. Interestingly, she had small spurs on both sides of her tail.
She trembled on the berth as the changes stopped, and Jazz rubbed over her body gently, settling the plates and calming her body. She groaned, blearily opening her optics. Everything was blurry, even the black form above her. "My Queen?" she asked weakly.
The feeling of being hugged that enveloped her made her smile, and she slowly returned it. "Welcome to my Horde, Sparkwing," spoke Jazz softly, kissing her helm gently as she pushed it into his neck to memorize his scent.
"Thank you, my Queen," she purred, her tail coiling around him.
Jazz let out a purr, settling himself down carefully on top of her.
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*next morning*
Sighing, Sparkwing slowly nuzzled at the sweet-smelling thing on top of her. Her tail flicked in lazy contentment. Wait, tail? Her memories flashed into her processor as her optics opened. Smiling, she barely resisted the urge to jump up and squeal since doing so would disturb the sleeping Queen on top of her. Well, she hoped her Queen was asleep.
He looked so pretty, his black frame relaxed in recharge. A few minutes later, however, he stirred and turned on his visor, staring at her with what she recognized as happiness.
"Can you feel me?" she quietly asked, sensory panels shifting against the berth.
"Along my Queen's bond?" Jazz questioned equally softly, "Yes, I can. So much more than when you were not of my Horde."
She smiled in relief. "I'm so glad."
"Yes, as am I," Jazz nuzzled her, "now let us present you to the Horde."
Grinning, she nodded with a chirr of delight. She froze at the sound, understanding it more clearly than she had ever before. "Are you going to tell those outside this settlement about me?" she finally asked, smiling at him.
"Yes, unless you would like to visit each of them individually," he smirked, "but then, I'd still like to tell them about you anyway."
She pondered the possibility, though she didn't know if she would have the courage to make the journey.
The Queen vented out softly against her face, nuzzling her, "I would be right beside you every step of the way; I wouldn't mind at all. You know, it's about time I make my rounds again. I visit them all once every few vorns. If you would like to join me, Trailbreaker, and one other on the journey, you may, my dearling."
She blushed at the affectionate nickname, ducking her helm away. Sparkwing didn't answer as she lightly pushed her Queen away. "My Queen," she protested, not quite liking the open affection.
Reluctantly, Jazz pulled back, pouting lightly. "Reluctant for attention?" he asked teasingly.
"I'm fine for attention; it's open affection I can't handle," she slowly said, a blush decorating her face.
"Very well," sighed the Queen, "I will endeavor not to cause you grief over the subject."
Sparkwing nodded gratefully, nuzzling the older mecha. "I mean, you still can, of course you can, but I'm just not a big fan of touching."
"I understand," smiled Jazz, "some of my other Horde members are the same."
"Thanks," responded Sparkwing with a happy flutter of her sensory panels. "I, I think I'd like to go with you, to your other settlements." Her voice lifted in a hopeful intonation.
The hopefulness in her tone made the Queen smile wider. "I will tell Trailbreaker and Silverlace. We will leave in a week."