Cheetor gazed out over the cybertronian landscape from a window of his den. The once completely metal world of dark greys, purples, and blues, was now a mix of its former metallic self and the bright greens and earthy browns of an organic world. Underneath the starlight, and alit with fireflies, the technorganic planet was a beautiful sight, having an exotic look to it.
The supreme commander of cybertron, smiled to himself. This was a happy ending. After the beast wars, after all the battles, after all the deaths; Optimus, Rhinox, Dinobot, Airazor, Tigatron, and everyone else who didn't get to go home. There was a happy ending. Cybertron started a new golden age after reformatting. Nightscream got over his survivor guilt. Blackarachnia and Silverbolt saved each other. Botanica, and rattrap hooked up. Cheetor, became the leader of cybertron, and he had…
"Cheety?" A small voice chirped.
Cheetor felt his smile grow wider, as he turned around, and pranced away from the window. The apartment, or den, to which he lived in, wasn't glamours by any means. It was small, only a few rooms; the berthroom, energon storage, and a little lounge. All of which, were connected by roundish tight hallways, that were decorated with a wild green and electric blue color scheme. Most of the buildings on cybertron were like this after the reformate, the straight orderly walls, were traded for more distorted curves and swoops that organic nature tended to have.
Down a hall, and the cat bot trotted into the berthroom. Inside was a large round berth tucked away to the side, with a large sky light overhead and a soft carpet on the floor. But the best part of the room was who was waiting for him on the berth. The femme technorganic cat looked up at him with a loving smile.
"Hey, 'Cory," Cheetor said, before approaching his mate, curling up to her side in beast mode on the berth.
His loving optics, looked her over. The oracle had taken great care in her reformatting. She still had the signature spot pattern, but her fur was no longer the sandy gold of her youth, rather she was now mostly jet black, with her splotches having become a crisp clean white. The visible platting of her technorganic form had traded the razzberry maroon, for a deep shining navy; matching her now baby blue optics. Those baby blue optics; So wild, so free, so clear, so mysterious.
Chicory smiled at him, displaying the flower spot that now rested on her forehead, "I thought you weren't coming until late."
"I wasn't, but Rattrap covered for me, so I get to come home to you early," He rubbed his head against to her's, purring.
Chicory giggled, before starting to shush him, "Hush, you're going to wake them," gesturing to the three puffballs, curled up on her other side.
Cheetor, looked over and smiled with pride, while recalling how the fluffballs came to be.
Chicory had had the easiest time with being reformatted into a technorganic body. Being once fully organic, she didn't have a problem with the sudden sensation of breathing, transformation issues, or the much stronger animal instincts. She had actually been happy with the change. Of course, technorganic was still a very new thing, and as such there was still many discoveries and surprises that came with these forms.
So, after a few weeks of on and off nausea, Cheetor had taken Chicory to Botanica. Apparently, they were organic enough to produce offspring, and this news was announced to the entire planet (Thank you very much Rattrap!). Chicory had been delighted at the idea of a cub, while it took him a little while to get used to it. Though once the oracle sensed the new life growing inside of his mate, the future ahead of them began to solidify.
The triplets, two mechs and a femme, came into this world as the first naturally born technorganic maximals on cybertron and Cheetor couldn't be happier with them. They had started to walk around within the past few weeks, and their personalities began to show through.
The first Mech, a little cub by the name Patch, was an almost exact copy of Cheetor. Golden fur dressed in vibrant magenta spots, and green metal accents. The only differences between Cheetor and his firstborn, was the large purple splotch over his right optic lid, and the baby blue optics his mother had given him. Patch's nature was also very much like a younger version of his father; energetic, eager, somewhat troublesome, but his spark was usually in the right place.
The second cub, was the femme named Suri. Suri was a mix of her parents in terms of looks, she had her mom's black fur, but her father's spots and optics that swapped between violet and gold depending on mode. Personality wise she, while a rough cub who enjoyed wrestling with Patch, was very inquisitive by nature. She had learned to talk first, and questions usually rolled out of her intake like a raging river during a flash flood.
And finally, the youngest cub, a little mech named Dart, that, in body and spirit, was almost a spinning image of Chicory. Black fur, navy platting, baby blue optics, and creamy white spots, thought they were a regular pattern rather than the king cheetah's signature splats. Dart was sweet, gentle and sometimes shy, especially with strangers, or new situations. He didn't like to wrestle, preferring to play with a small mouse toy, near his mother. The little mech a was attached to Chicory's leg the most out of the triplets, and while he was also a curious kitten, he still chose to stick close to the King Cheetah, unless she reassured him it was alright.
Cheetor watched, as Chicory lovingly groomed their litter, and nudged them with her nose, and smiled. Chicory was meant to be a mother, he had known that the moment he'd watched her tend to her younger siblings, when her mother was away. It was devastating for her to lose the possibility of having a litter of her own, when she was reborn as a cybertronian. After the technorganic revival of cybertron and everything that happened before it, the thought of a family hadn't been on their minds for a long time. There had been too much to do. But now neither of them could imagine living without the litter.
Chicory looked back at him, "What?"
"Nothing," Cheetor said, trying to turn down the adoring at his conjunx, "How was your day?"
"Nothing that different, merely meals, playing, trying not to destroy the den, and then a story to get them to sleep."
"What story?"
"Ours," Chicory's optics saddened.
"What's wrong?"
"I wish they could've met them."
"Who?"
"Mother, Rhinox, Optimus…" She trailed off.
Cheetor nuzzled her cheek. It had been hard for Chicory to leave prehistoric earth, leaving her mother especially. The supreme commander had to talk her into coming with the rest of the maximals, telling her that they would all be alright, and have the perfect happy ending. Yeah, that sure happened. Coming back to a conquered cybertron, and losing almost half of the team worked out great.
Out of all the losses, Rhinox hit Chicory the hardest. Sure, after Dinobot, Tigatron, and Airazor, Chicory had delt with her fair share of death, but…Rhinox. Rhinox's demise hit harder, partially, because his programming was so corrupted that he didn't want to come back to them. He had been a father to her, and that betrayal was like a rusty blade slashing through armor. Chicory had cried into his fur for hours that day.
And their new teammates weren't all that helpful.
Chicory had liked Botanica, but they weren't close per say. The plant former, sometimes being a reminder of the grassy green world, she had left behind, and of the father she had been stabbed in the back by. Nightscream…Chicory didn't like him, she never straight up said it, and tolerated his presence, but she didn't like the bat former. Claiming that he was creepy.
"They're watching," He reassured her, his tilted his head in thought, "Maybe once the cubs are a little older, we'll take a trip to earth, find some wild-lands. We could teach them how to hunt."
She raised an optic ridge playfully, "We? You have never successfully caught a gazelle."
He furrowed his brow, "Yes I have."
She shook her head.
"I have," Cheetor insisted.
"No, you face plant everytime."
"I don't."
Chicory quietly giggled.
Cheetor rolled his optics.
"I'd like that," Chicory said, "Do you think we could?"
"Yeah, once everything's settled."
Chicory smiled and laid her head down on the berth. Cheetor, followed suit, laying I neck atop of her's. Warm purring soon filled the room. Cheetor had been wrong, this was his happy ending.
A/N:
So, it worked out and here is the end of A Cheetah with Different Spots.
I want to thank all of the readers who had followed this story, and for all the comments you have left. I hope that some of you will continue to be loyal readers, in my next project.
Which leads me to announce the winner of this poll!
RODIMUS PRIME!
My next transformers piece would be taking place in the G1 continuity, between the start of season 3 and the end of the 1986 movie.
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