Chapter 15: Out of his Head
Corvin awoke the next day to being shaken awake by Bulkhead.
"Come on, Corvin. Time to get up!" Bulkhead said as he lightly shook her. The seeker femme groaned and turned over, trying and failing to ignore the large green mech. "Come on! You have to get up! It's morning!" The femme groaned again and swatted at him.
"No," she huffed, curling up in her cocoon of blankets she had bought off the internet in her size.
"Coorrrvvinnn," Bulkhead crooned, shaking her a bit harder.
"Go frag Ratchet. I'm tired." Bulkhead made an amused sound.
"Appealing offer, Corvin, but I'd rather not get whacked over the helm with a wrench in the middle of it." Bulkhead poked the now giggling bundle of blankets.
"Bulkhead," she imitated in Ratchet's of voice. "I needed that!" It sent both of them into a hard laughing fit. Bulkhead rolled on the ground, his helm thrown back as he laughed. A banging on the door made their laughter stall.
"What the frag are you to doing?" Ratchet yelled through the door, which only served to send them right back into hysterics.
"Why don't you tell us, Hatchet?" Corvin asked, making Bulkhead choke on his laughter. The medic grumbled.
"I have no idea what you too misfits are talking about!" he yelled through the door.
"You will soon enough," Bulkhead called through the door, and for added effect, Corvin made a very dirty sound. Ratchet stalked away from her door, grumbling and cursing at their 'childish' attitudes. Corvin and Bulkhead high-fived.
Corvin pulled off her blankets and sat up, throwing her legs over the side. She pulled her metallic hair-stuff into a braid and wrapped it tightly to her helm before attempting to put her armor back over it. It was then that she took note of Bulkhead staring at her.
"What?" arching an optic ridge in question. His face went blue at the edges.
"Um… you're not wearing any armor…." he told her, his optics still glued to her frame. Corvin looked down. Yeah, she wasn't wearing any armor; she took it off before she went to sleep. "Yep, took it off before bed because it's uncomfortable." She explained before going back to what she had been doing before. He continued to stare, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out and touch her. Corvin passed it off as her breeder coding stuff and continued to mess with her hair.
She looked over Bulkhead with a careful optic. He'd be a good sire to any sparkling she may want to have. Good CNA in him. Strong, big, good fighter, and a good, kind spark. If she wasn't able to get a few sparklings out of Optimus, she might try to get a few with him.
Now that she thought about it, many of the bots here had good qualities about them, all desirable for future generations. Her programing labeled Optimus first, while Ratchet came in as a strong second. She wondered if her programing would allow there to be more than one sire for a single sparkling, she had heard about it happening before, perhaps she'd be able to.
But, that was for the distant future.
She felt something glide over her ankle and she looked down to see Bulkhead guiltily pull his fingers back. She smiled slightly at his shyness. She stuck out her leg, placing her ped right in his lap.
"My leg hurts, massage it for me?" She requested,an innocent look on her face plates. The larger mech's optics widened considerably, his jaw dropping slightly as she smiled down at him. He took her ped into his large servos, one completely surrounding her ankle. Corvin hummed in approval, her fingers slowing in their job of fixing her hair. The large, green mech rubbed circles into her leg, starting at the base of her ped, working slowly on every ped-stabilizer, and working his way up to her knee.
Corvin was very much enjoying herself. Bulkhead was good at this, and with her, he was allowed to not be as careful as he would be with someone like Bee or Arcee. It was a win-win situation; she got an awesome massage to an area that really had been sore and Bulkhead got to let off a bit of built up tension. Ratchet had explained that her scent was rather strong, in a good yet bad way. It drove the others nuts. She had felt really bad, thinking that she had been doing something wrong, but Ratchet had further explained it in a way she understood. It was like being in a room with the best food, and not being able to eat it. She had been a little disgruntled at being compared to food, but got the gist.
It was like her when she was around Optimus.
She'd have to apologize to all of them soon, because she knew how sexually frustrating that could be.
Hopefully, this little massage would help Bulk a bit. She really didn't like to be the cause of any frustration, but she didn't know how to turn it off.
Bulkhead continued to rub her leg and she was about to fall asleep again . She briefly wondered if she could get him to rub her wings…
An itch on her wings made her optics open. She knew what that meant: she was ready to mark Bulkhead as one of her nestmates.
The nude femme scooted down to sit on the floor in front of her soon-to-be nestmate. She looked him in the optic.
"Remember that time I was snuggling with Ratchet and rubbed all over him?" She asked, blinking her optics at him.
"Yeah. He said that it had to do with your coding." Bulkhead nodded his helm.
"Yep, I was marking him as my nestmate, and now my coding wants to mark you." Bulkhead blinked.
"Ok, go ahead." Corvin smiled and scooted forward before turning so her wings would face him. She rubbed up and down him, marking him with her scent and unintentionally giving him quite the lap dance while doing so. His core temperature rose as she continued to rub against him.
A few rubs here, a paint transfer there and… done! Corvin sat back, pleased with her work. Bulkhead was now one of her nestmates.
Corvin stood, leaving the flustered Bulkhead on the floor. She put on her armor, requesting Bulkhead's assistance for the harder to reach areas.
"Oh, yeah. I came to wake you up because Doc-bot said he wanted to see you." Bulkhead finally told her.
"Ok, I'll go see him then." Corvin hummed and exited the room with Bulkhead right behind her. They entered the main room and Ratchet ushered Corvin into the medical bay, where Optimus was also waiting. Corvin disappeared into the room and Ratchet made to follow, but Bulkhead nudged him in the side, causing him to look up.
"If Optimus doesn't do anything soon, I will." Bulkhead joked, making the medic roll his optics and headed into the room.
"Into the medical chamber, both of you." Ratchet commanded and the two Autobots were quick to obey. They stood in the chamber, letting the machine clamp lightly around them just under their arms. Ratchet activated the scanners, looking for any trace of the virus left in them. Ratchet hummed happily as the readings came back negative. The red and white 'bot walked over to the pair and shined a light into Corvin's optics.
"Follow the light," Ratchet ordered as he moved the light around a bit, watching the rotation of the optic and looking for any irregularities, and found nothing. Ratchet moved onto Optimus, checking him over and finding nothing wrong with him either. "Good, good. While I wouldn't advise anything strenuous, it appears your systems are fully recovered from the Cybonic Plague." The medical chamber released them both from its hold.
"Thanks to your medical expertise, old friend." Optimus praised.
"It was your scout that braved unknown territory to locate the cure." Ratchet turned to look at Bumblebee as he spoke.
"Oh, no, no, it was nothing big!" Bumblebee beeped, waving his servos in the air in dismissal of the praise.
"Lucky for us, Megatron was still alive." Arcee spoke. Bee looked at her.
"Did you just-?"
"Yeah, I actually said that."
"What matters," Ratchet interrupted. "Is that you two are on the mend. While Megatron-"
"'Cee hit him with a round just before we went through the ground bridge." Bee informed.
"Bee's right." Arcee walked forward slightly. "Did my best to finish Megatron's story, just couldn't stick around long enough to see how it ended."
Bee walked away as she said this, off to do his own thing. Corvin watched him go, wondering what he would do now. She remembered this happening in the show. Sadly she didn't remember the exact details of what happened next.
Two hours later, Corvin found herself in the main room, watching Bulkhead and Bee play basketball with the lobbing ball. She wasn't paying much attention to it, though. She was speaking with Domi over the bond.
'Yeah, Doc-bot said I give off this pheromone that drives 'bots nuts.' she told Domi, who was currently at a Decepticon mine.
'That sucks Decepti-dick, Corvin. I don't know what I'd do if that happened to me.'
'Kill everything?' Corvin suggested.
'I'd be ripping off a few spikes, that's what! Castration, half off!'
'Domi, no-'
'Then I'd make a belt out of 'em!'
'Oh, dear Lord above! Domi!' Corvin sent over the bond, trying and failing to contain her laughter. 'I'm die'
'Yeah, girl. So, you said that the green one came in and felt you up?' Domi questioned.
'No, he came it to wake me up, then gave me a leg massage.'
'You let him touch you?' Domi sounding exasperated.
'Yeah…' Corvin couldn't see what to problem was.
'God damn, Corvin! Are you gonna spread your legs for any robot with a penis on this fucking planet?' She accused.
'What? No! Well… depends-'
'C-whore-vin' Domi snickered. She just- that bitch!
'I'm so done with you.' Corvin deadpanned through the bond.
'What wrong, C-whore-vin? No tail to chase? I'm sure the green oaf wouldn't mind a romp or two.' Domi teased her.
'You're such an ass, why am I talking to you?'
'Don't get mad at me just because the Prime is a prude. I'm surprised none of the others have come onto you yet, besides the green one.'
'Yeah, but they have good control over that side, I guess. Nine million years of war don't make it easy to find good time. They've learned to dampen their libidos.' Corvin hypothesized.
Domi made a 'pff' sound. 'Didn't stop that green one. What's to stop the others?'
'Morality?' Corvin suggested hopefully. Domi made yet another sound of amused disbelief.
'As if, at least with the Decepticons you can bash some helms together without getting your ass scolded and thrown into the brig. I destroyed this one Vehicon that thought it would be funny to touch my ass; they're still trying to fix him and I got away with it!'Domi boasted proudly.
'Good for you Dom-ee-tron, you're a true Decepticon!' Corvin teased. A loud whistle broke Corvin from her conversation.
"Flagrant foul!" Miko shouted as she slid to the bottom of a ladder. Corvin blinked before understanding what had happened. Bee had thrown the lobbing ball right at Bulkhead's helm.
"Dodgeball by way of Cybertron," Jack joked, nudging Raf slightly with his arm.
"Bee," Bulkhead spoke. "Hoop's over there!" he pointed at the large, metal hoop Bulkhead had managed to fashion out of scrap metal.
"I know, I don't know what came over me?" Bee chirped
"Bee? You ok?" Asked the young scout's charge with a worried look.
"Yeah! Best three out of five?" Bee reassured
"Yeah, three out of five." Raf smiled at his guardian and the game continued. Corvin got bored and, after saying goodbye to Domi, went off to find something to do.
Corvin went to her room and grabbed her sketch pad and her personal data pad before heading up to the top of the silo. Once up top, Corvin basked in the light of the afternoon sun, letting her solar panels soak in as much radiation as possible. She settled on her high rock before opening her datapad and flipping over the tiny sketch pad.
For the past few weeks, Corvin had been trying to transfer all her drawings over to the data pad. She was a decent drawer due to her bachelor's degree in art, and her absolute determination to master the art of drawing robots that had started when she was around 15 years of age. She could confidently say she knew how to draw a pretty badass looking transformer. She'd be mortified, though, if any of the bots found her drawings. Some of them… weren't as innocent as the rest…
That would be a fucking nightmare! Corvin made a sound, a mix of a contained scream of horror and a laugh, it sounded rather painful. She really didn't want them to find them, especially that one with her character and Megatron…
She had been young when she drew that…
On a better note, she had finally finished transferring most of the drawings over. The ones she really didn't want the others to see was locked behind three passwords and a number lock, just in case she lost the datapad.
She liked drawing the Autobots and Decepticons, it was fun and she could draw them in any scenery she wanted. There were several pictures of each bot and con, and some were rather resent. She drew them as sparklings, femmes, predacons, and a few other things she couldn't remember at the moment. She tried drawing herself once, taking a picture and then drawing that. It was a pain in her ass, but it came out decently enough.
Corvin greatly disliked coloring on paper. She was fine with doing it digitally, with its quick erase and backspace. But on paper, it didn't work as well and colored pencil was a bitch to get off.
She transferred another picture over, this one of Optimus playing the trumpet. She snickered at the picture of the Prime, the horn pressed to his lips and his optics squinted in concentration. She had majored in music in college, and played with her college marching band, so she knew well what faces musicians made while playing.
"Corvin?"
"Holy shit!" There was a crash as the surprised femme rolled off the side of her perch and landed hard on the ground. Corvin groaned, her optics squinted shut as the sun shone directly into them. A shadow covered her and she was able to open her optics all the way to see a red and blue mech standing over her in all his glory.
"Hey, Optimus." She greeted from where she lay. Optimus knelt down.
"My apologies, I did not mean to startle you." He apologized, reaching down and helping her up.
"It's fine, Optimus. Don't worry about it." She said with a smile. Optimus bent back down and picked up her fallen datapad. Sady, it is only natural that he looked at what was on the screen.
Fml…
Optimus blinked, looking at the picture. It was him, clearly, and he appeared to be blowing into something. Optimus didn't know what the devise was, more than likely it was of human origin. It was decently drawn and only showed a portrait view of his shoulders and helm. Optimus found himself flattered that Corvin would draw him.
"This device, what is it?" he pointed to the golden object in the drawing. Corvin looked over, her face a bright shade of blue.
"A trumpet." she explained. "A human made instrument." Her voice was low in embarrassment. Of all bots, Optimus had to see her drawings!
"What does it do?" Corvin looked up at the Prime, who was looking at the picture in curiosity.
"It makes music. Here," she pointed to the buttons on top of the trumpet. "These are what's called valves, which you press to change the notes of the music. You blow into the trumpet right there and make a buzzing sound with your lips to create vibrations that are transformed into sounds." she explained how the trumpet worked to the fascinated Prime.
"Intriguing. You learned this from the humans' world wide web?" he asked, turning his helm to look at her.
"Yeaahh..." She went with it. It wouldn't make sense for a new spark that had only been alive for about a year now to have a masters degree in human music. Optimus studied the drawing for a bit longer before holding out the datapad.
"Could you show me more?" he asked. The femme blinked.
"Uh, yeah. Sure." she said, rubbing the back of her neck. Optimus wanted to see her drawings? She was flattered, but worried. Sure she had some other pictures she thought were okay to show him, but she still worried about how he would react. She did like drawing the Decepticons after all.
Corvin sat down, patting the space next to her as she leaned back on the rock she had been on top of earlier. Optimus sat next to her and handed her the datapad. She flicked through what she had, looking for a picture she could show him.
"Um, here's one." She showed him another picture of an instrument. This time it was Bulkhead on the drums, sticks thrown high into the air. Optimus smiled at the image, it was more animated than the picture she had drawn of him.
That was how they spent the next hour, looking over Corvin's doodles. Optimus always wanted to see more of them, and it made Corvin smile at the ground a lot. At one point, she had opened up a new page and pulled out a stylist, then attempted to teach Optimus how to draw a trumpet. He required her to draw one at the top of the pad before he attempted to copy it to the bottom. He got the hang of it after awhile, and was able to draw a really nice trumpet, valves and all.
Corvin was laughing and Optimus was chuckling at something or other, when she accidently pulled up a picture of Megatron… Optimus had actually really liked it. It was of Megatron playing an electric guitar, in the 'you got the touch' position. He had complimented her ability to draw the warlord in a position that was not threatening nor evil. She had blushed again and thanked him.
It wasn't much later that Optimus got to the Med Bay and Corvin followed.
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"Bumblebee is complaining of intermittent visions, waking nightmares, if you will." Ratchet explained as Bumblebee powered down in the medical chamber.
"But, you said Bee was fine when you checked him over." Raf said, looking up at the medic.
"Physically, but the experience her endured seems to be having a temporary effect on his psyche. This induced power down should force Bumblebee's mind to rest and recover."
A beep on the terminal made their helms turn. Arcee entered the room and the Autobots present walked over to the terminal. Agent Fowler's image appeared.
"Prime," he spoke. "You spot any Decepticons wearing hula skirts lately?"
"No, Special Agent Fowler," Optimus spoke, sounding very… tired of Fowler's shit? "Why?" The others didn't seem to notice Optimus' exasperation.
"Because I was hoping you had a lead on the 'Cons that busted into the Kawaii Naval Observatory. Place looked like it was hit by an army of wrecking balls."
"Why would 'Cons break into an observatory?" Arcee asked.
"Does the Hoit Nego Gozian ring any bells?" Fowler asked.
"The space telescope." Raf explained. Oh, yeah… She knew that.
"As of last night, missing its primary lense."
"It is difficult to guess Starscream's intent without knowing where the lense has been taken." Optimus spoke.
"Good thing the lense has a tracking device." Fowler sent over the details. A map popped up, showing a familiar terrain.
"The Arctic?" Arcee exclaimed, "Great, another chance to freeze our spark plugs off." The image drew closer to what appeared to be an energon deposit. Bulkhead let out a whistle.
"That's an ND-7 class, biggest unmineable energon deposit there is." He explained.
"Unmineable, until Starscream melts his way down to it." Optimus surmised.
"With the help of the lense." Arcee added.
"Melting a glacier of that size would cause sea levels to rise, demolishing coastal cities." Fowler informed. Optimus nodded to the Agent.
"We shall head out immediately." Optimus reassured. "Everyone aside from Bumblebee and Ratchet shall be deployed." The Federal Agent nodded before cutting off transmission. It wasn't long after that Team Prime was in the Arctic.
"Feels a lot different than our last polar visit." Arcee observed. "Feels like summer."
The team trekked across the slowly but surely thawing terrain, looking around for the Nemesis. Bulkhead passed a turn in the labyrinth of glaciers before stopping and ducking back behind the side of ice. The others peeked past him, Arcee and Vela going closer to the ground to get past the others.
"Here, that's a bad thing." Bulkhead told, looking up at the Decepticon warship that was shooting a heat ray down at the ice below. Corvin smiled at it, it looked like a dragon…
"Autobots," Optimus called. They all looked over at the masked Prime. "Remember the end run on Polyhex?" They all smiled.
Vela, Bulkhead, and Arcee were the distraction, taking the lower ground and drawing the enemy's fire. Optimus would sneak around back and get onto the Nemesis and destroy the heat ray. Corvin would fly around, aiding Vela, Bulkhead, and Arcee in the distraction, but then provide a better cover for Optimus by heading closer to the warship.
They split up, Optimus heading for the side of the ice cliff while the others headed for open ground. Corvin started her thrusters and lifted into the air to hover about ten feet above everyone's helms. They waited for the signal and were not disappointed as Optimus signaled the charge.
Motors hummed loudly, drawing the attention of the Decepticons as they charged forward in their alt modes. Corvin stayed back for a moment, waiting for an opening. A black blob dropped from the bottom of the ship and Corvin was quick to mess with the Decepticon's plan.
She turned her thrusters on full, shooting forward quickly to intercept the falling Decepticon. She made it before he collided with the ground, grabbing Breakdown by the ankles and jerking him into another direction. She tilted her wings and curved upwards, her grip tight on the yelling Decepticon. She flew up and up and up! Until she was past the Nemesis.
Then she let go and cut her thrusters.
Her and Breakdown free falled back to the ground, at a height that would definitely crush them. Corvin struck a casual pose, her front facing the ground while she propped her helm in her servos as if she was laying down. She looked at the blue and orange mech with a cheeky grin as they descended towards the earth. He looked at her with wide, surprised optics.
"Did you know an object's acceleration in freefall is negative nine point eight meters per second squared?" she yelled the science fact over the roar of the wind. The mech just looked at her as if she was nuts. "Yeah! But, the force of gravity on each object differs depending on it's mass! Which means that, even though we'll hit at the same time, you'll hit the ground harder than me!" She laughed at the mech's expression of bafflement and worry.
Her fun over, Corvin turned on her thrusters. They were only a hundred meters above ground when she grabbed him once again, this time by the shoulders, digging her claws into his shoulderguards. She used the force of his fall like a pendulum, turning the force from gravity and into an added force, and threw him into the face of the icy cliff. Corvin grinned at the Breakdown sized hole in the cliff face.
The three 'bots nodded at her, and went to deal with Breakdown. Corvin turned her flight in a different direction, looking to see if Optimus had made it yet.
He hadn't, and looked a little stuck on an outcrop of ice on the side of the cliff. Corvin sored over the ice, her front only feet away from the frozen ground. Ice shards blew past her as she flew, her arms outstretched behind her for balance and aerodynamic purposes. She shot over the cliff and took a sharp turn upwards.
"Going up!" she exclaimed as she grabbed onto Optimus just under the shoulders, hauling him up and dropping him off at the top of the cliff. He gave a thankful nod before running off.
The femme took off once more, this time towards the Nemesis to divert attention from Optimus as he made his way on board. She transformed, zooming over to the warship in her jet form. She stopped just in front of it, right in view of Knockout and Starscream.
"An Autobot seeker!" Starscream shrieked in disbelief. She transformed, letting her thrusters hold her up as she hovered. "A FEMME SEEKER!" Wow, he lived up to his name! Corvin snickered and gave a teasing wave to the mechs before transforming once more and firing at the ship. Drones fired at her and she did her best to dodge out of the way.
"Don't the bots seem… understaffed?" Knockout questioned, dodging her fire. The roar of an engine answered his question and Optimus emerged from the side of the ship.
"What good is a Second in Command that fails to watch the rear!" Starscream belittled, shoving the red mech back by his face. Starscream lept onto the heat ray controls, kicking the drone handling it off with a harsh kick. He grabbed the controls and turned the heat ray around into Optimus' path. Corvin could hear the Prime grunt in pain as he drove forward. The grunt turned into a yell of pain, which turned into a war cry as he transformed and jumped high into the air.
Corvin watched in awe as the beautiful mech flew through the air with a grace all his own. He truly was amazing. His sword came down and Starscream screamed. The lense was chopped off the device and the area was filled with light as an explosion shook the glacier.
Fire enveloped her form, throwing her from the force of the explosion. Her thrusters glitched and she fell to the icy ground. Her frame was steaming as she landed on the ground, gouging out a crater from impact. The heat from her burning frame melted the ice around her until she was able to cool off.
"Ow," she groaned, moving her aching limbs. She heard the others call for Optimus and Vela call for her. Corvin was able to look up in time to see Optimus sitting in his own crater, rubble and ice surrounding him like a nest. A jet zoomed over him and shot up into the sky before turning high in the air. The nose of the plane now faced directly down towards the dazed Prime. She saw him activate a missile and was readying to fire when a silver, cybertronian jet flew in and collided with the other's path.
"Megatron…" Optimus stated gravely. Corvin stood and limped over to the group. Vela grabbed her side and helped her with her weight. It appeared that some of the wires in her leg had been burnt and she couldn't place all her weight on it.
"He's back." Arcee added. They all watched as the large cybertronian jet hauled the smaller one back to the warship. The large Decepticon ship slowly moved away from them, smoke billowing out behind it.
Optimus stood and they all came up behind him.
"Ratchet, we need a bridge." He .
"You are not the only ones." the medic's voice came from the side. Everyone looked over in surprise at the trio that walked up to them. Raf waved from Bee's shoulder.
"How are we going to get back to base?" Vela questioned and a feeling of impending doom came over the group.
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A few hours later, the Autobots found themselves back at base. Corvin didn't want to say on how they got there, only that it involved a fisherman, his phone, and Arcee's holoform.
Blegh.
Bee was currently in the medical chamber, getting looked over by Ratchet. Thankfully, the readings came back in the clear and only Bumblebee was present in his body.
"Everything is back to normal." informed Ratchet as Bee stepped away from the medical chamber. Bee chirped in thanks. "Well, normal for Bumblebee." Ratchet offered.
Bee spoke with Raf, beeping and chirping in Cybertronian. The other kids were there as well.
"What'd he say?" Miko asked.
"He said thanks." Everyone in to room smiled.
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Corvin hummed as she walked back to her room, her wide hips swaying with each step. Today was a good day. Well… besides Megatron coming back and all, but that had to happen. Other than that, Corvin felt that the team bonded a bit today. And she got to learn what the hell happened in the last run of Polyhex. She hadn't a fucking clue what Optimus was talking about, she just kinda smiled and went with it... Oh, well.
Corvin reached her quarters and entered before closing the door behind her. She was ready to recharge for a week after such an adventurous day. Corvin walked over to her berth and laid down, ignoring the grinding creek her berth made as she did so. It had been like that since she first got here so she didn't worry. Though, it did sound particularly bad this time…
She paid it no mind as she rolled over and curled into her blanket. Corvin drifted for the better part of an hour, in the space between sleep and wakefulness. She controlled her almost-dreams like a show, imagining what she wanted. That she was in a lake swimming to her sparks content when suddenly, a beautiful mech was swimming with her. Corvin smiled in her half-dreaming state.
But her dreaming was rudely interrupted by the sound of metal breaking and being dumped onto the floor.
"ACK!" she yelled as she hit the floor, landing hard on some broken metal that harshly poked into her sides. "Owww," she whined, sitting up from where she fell. She looked around to see what had happened.
"Shit," She mumbled. Her damn berth had broke. Corvin stood, looking over the remains of her berth. Apparently, it had rusted through the whole side holding it up. Damn it, she didn't know how to fix that. The silver femme grumbled loudly before stalking out of her room to see if Ratchet was awake in the med bay.
She reached the room, only to find it dark and no one on the night shift. Weird, normally someone was. She walked into the med bay and searched for something she could fix her broken berth with. A welder maybe? She shuffled through the tools, making sure to place them all back where she found them after. Finally she found the welder she needed and walked out of the room.
Unfortunately, Corvin's creator called her Captain Oblivious for a reason, so as she exited the room she was not paying attention to what was in her path. Corvin collided with a large mass head on, and fell right onto her ass. Corvin had to prevent herself from making all kinds of sounds of frustration. It was one thing after the next! She looked up at Optimus who bent down to pick her up off the floor.
"My apologies, Corvin. I did not mean to bump into you." Corvin waved him off.
"Don't worry about it, I should have looked where I was going." she said with a sigh. Optimus looked down at her in concern.
"Why are you awake at such an hour? My schedule doesn't have you in for the night shift." Optimus inquired. His looked surprised at the sour look that crossed the seeker's face plates.
"My berth broke." she grumbled, her arms crossing over one another as she pouted. Optimus hummed.
"Perhaps I can be of assistance." Optimus made a motion for her to lead the way to her room. Corvin blinked a bit before turning and heading out of the main room of the silo. They reached her room and she palmed the door open. The sight of her crumbling, rusted berth was what greeted them.
Optimus did his best, he really did, but nothing could be done for the old, rusting berth. She needed a new one, so they traveled down to the storage area, only to find out that there were no more in her size. Corvin was ready to curse up a storm, but didn't in the presence of Optimus.
Optimus looked around the room, unsure what to do. Corvin was ready to just call it a night and sleep on the floor of her room, no matter how stiff she'd be in the morning.
"You may stay with me tonight." Optimus's voice cut through her thoughts.
"Eh?" What? What did he say? Was she hearing things? What?
Corvin looked like someone had just hit her over the helm with a metal beam they yanked out of the rafters.
"My berth is the only one big enough to accommodate someone of our size. You may stay with me until we find a replacement berth." Optimus offered, looking neutral on the matter. Corvin just nodded dumbly and followed the Prime out. She walked behind him, wondering how in the hell this had happened. She either had amazing luck or someone was fucking with her just to get her going. Those slagheads!
They reached Optimus's room, and he opened the door and let her enter first. Corvin got a really weird sense in her gut, this reminded her too much of those movies where the guy leads the lady to the room like a gentleman, then they have really hot sex and break some walls. Corvin felt a flash of giddiness behind her optics and had to suppress a smile. She wouldn't mind that, not one bit.
Optimus's room was simple, a desk pushed into the wall by the door, a berth on the opposite side of the room, a closet on the right side, and a few shelves on the wall above the desk which was covered in datapads. It was simple, but it had a modest flare about it that just-politely-yelled "Optimus."
Corvin moved over, breaking the awkwardness that was building between them. She sat down on the edge of the berth and crossed her ankles while leaning back on her servos. She felt very tired all of the sudden.
Optimus stared at the femme that was now occupying his berth. The thought alone almost made his vents hitch. The way she was leaning back, so relaxed and inviting, it was almost as if she was calling him to her. He felt his core temperature rise a few degrees and willed his fans not to activate. He kept his composure, like a Prime should, his gaze was kept respectful and his stance was of controlled power. But that control was breaking as Corvin tilted her helm and looked at him with dimmed optics. She looks so… ready for him. Optimus couldn't deny the flare of arousal that burned in his array.
"You don't have blankets, do you?" she asked, knocking him out of his lustful daze. Optimus looked around.
"I do not. Would you like one?" He offered, Corvin shook her helm.
"I'm fine," she smiled. She slowly laid down, unknowingly seductive as she sprawled onto her side. She scooted over, laying near the wall and leaving a lot of space for the Prime to climb on. Optimus hesitated at the doorway for a moment before walking over and sitting on the edge of the berth. Corvin was still on her side, laying in a way that showed off all her curves in the most processor stalling ways. Truly, this femme had to know what she was doing to him!
Optimus slowly laid back, lifting his legs onto the berth with him. He felt foolish, like a youngling seeing a pretty bot for the first time. He was a far cry from young, he shouldn't be so stiff just because he was next to an attractive femme.
Corvin hummed, she could smell him. He smelled so good, like pure masculinity and strength. She could just lay there, basking in his presence. She felt something in her purr in something akin to desire and need.
Optimus could smell Corvin. Her scent had been so strong before, even when she was no longer in the room that it drove him crazy. Now she was here, right next to him. She smelled divine. His programing booted to life, informing him of the femme's fertility and purity. His denta ground together as he inhaled deeply, his optics closing. He turned his helm towards the seeker femme, the breeder femme… He looked at her, seeing that she was looking at him, too. There was a glint in her optics, a primal twinkle that seemed to make her seem all the more desirable.
Optimus was frozen in place, if he moved he knew he would do something. This had been a bad idea, laying next to a femme who's very scent brought forth desires he had long since suppressed.
Corvin couldn't help it as she crawled forward, closer to his face. Optimus didn't move, even as she got so close that he could feel the heat that was rolling off her frame in waves. He could feel and hear her vents right in his audio receptors. Optimus's optics were wide and bright as he drank in her scent.
Corvin didn't know what she was doing and she didn't know where the courage came from. All she wanted was him, right now. She leaned forward, her olfactory sensors right next to his neck. She could hear his vents increase as she leaned closer, her lips grazing over the cables in his neck. She hesitated for as brief moment before leaning all the way in and kissing his neck.
The Prime groaned loudly, turning his helm away from her slightly to her better access. Spurred on by his reaction, Corvin kissed up and down the side of his neck, adding a few licks and love-bites here and there. A deep, purring growl rumbled from the center of her chassis as she kissed around the front of his neck, going all the way up to just under his chin guard. His helm was tilted all the way back, audio receptors scratching the berth. Corvin felt one of his servos wrap around her middle, drawing her closer.
The heat of their frames mingled as Corvin kissed and bit at Optimus's neck. His ventilations were coming out in short, uneven pants.
"C-Corvin…" he rumbled as she nipped at his main energon line before sucking tenderly on the bite mark. Her low purr sent vibrations through his chassis, rocketing down to his interface and making his spike press uncomfortably on his panel. One long, curvy leg was thrown over his waist, and then the gorgeous femme was straddling him, her aft sitting only inches up from his burning panel. He could feel her heat, which made him growl in primal desire.
She reached his chin guard again, but this time his helm tilted down and caught her in their first real kiss. It started out very nice, like a real kiss should, just lightly kissing one another. Optimus' free servo came up to cup were her neck met the back of her helm, his thumb lightly brushing near her jawline. Both of their optics were closed as the heat that had previously consumed them tapered off for the moment into the blissful kiss.
Corvin was the first to break the peace, pushing her helm forward a bit harder to deepen the kiss. Her lips pressed harder against his, her frame rolling into his and creating sparks. Their fans roared as they continued.
The servo on Corvin's back went down, rounding over the enticing curve of her aft before grabbing onto her thigh. With a quick movement, Optimus rolled them so he was on top. Optimus broke the heated kiss, his mouth sucking in air to cool his systems. He felt her long legs wrap around his waist, bucking up to grind into him. The Prime gave a heated growl, his denta once again bared as he stared down at the aroused femme.
She smelled divine right now, her scent was stronger and more erotic than it had ever been it before. He could feel his base programing roaring in satisfaction as she rubbed against him as if she were in heat. He was aroused, so very aroused. His spike ached to for its freedom and to penetrate the tight heat of the seeker beneath him.
His large servos trailed down her sides, gripping tightly to her hips as he grinded their panels together. She gave a loud moan, her frame arching into his. He looked at her as she wriggled beneath him. Her optics were bright but hooded as she stared up at him with desire, panting through parted lips. Her fin-like audios flicked and she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him back down for another heated kiss. Optimus moaned into the kiss, his optics closing again.
It had been a long time since he had been in anyone's company like this. His whole frame ached for it: the closeness, the tenderness, and the pleasure. Corvin was a sweet femme, she had a big spark and wanted nothing more than for everyone to be happy. He admired her kindness and cheerful personality. She was a small, happy bubble of light in the all-consuming darkness of this war. He wished to preserve that bubble; all of them could use a little light in their lives.
"Corvin," he moaned as he broke the kiss. He looked into her opics once more, but a bit closer this time. He stalled his ministrations upon Corvin's frame as he spotted something unusual.
Corvin's optics were tinted at the edges, like when there was a running program in one's processor. The information clicked into place and Optimus cursed himself for being so moronically irresponsible.
Corvin's breeder programing was in control, not her logic center.
Optimus cursed himself again. She wasn't in control of her frame, her breeder programing was running the show. Without it, Optimus doubted that they would be in this position. He was taking advantage of a femme who couldn't even process a logical thought at the moment.
Optimus pulled back, making the femme whine at the loss. She tried pulling him back down, but he stayed back. She wriggled under him, bucking in desperation. She looked angry, her optics flaring as she snarled at his lack of response. Optimus did nothing but keep his distance, no matter how painfully aroused he still was. He would not take this femme without her being completely aware of it.
"Corvin, listen to me." The femme snarled at him again, pulling at his shoulders. "Your breeder coding is making you do this, not you. You need to control it." he spoke firmly but added a caring edge to his voice. She didn't seem to listen as she clawed at him, whining loudly. Optimus stayed strong, even as his arousal burned through him, his programing and that greedy little voice in the back of his processor demanded that he interface with her. He held her down for several minutes, keeping her from moving towards him. Slowly, she calmed down, her thrashing dimmed down to twitches and her frame sinking into the berth. She huffed, relaxing, resigning to the now obvious fact that she couldn't do anything.
Optimus watched as the color at the edge of her optics faded away and the femme blinked. She looked confused for a moment before her optics widened to a comical size.
"Oh, hey Optimus." she breathed out. Optimus let out a heavy vent, relieved that Corvin was back to herself.
"Corvin," Optimus acknowledged, letting go of her arms, which he had grabbed earlier to hold her down. "Do you remember what happened?" he asked, not knowing if her breeder programing affected her memory. She looked up at him, he was still hovering over her and her legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist. She looked down at her legs, one optical ridge going up before she looked back at him.
Optimus was surprised by the withering glare she gave him.
"Yes I remember, Optimus. Why the fuck did you stop?" she questioned angrily. Optimus's optics widened before a small but devilish smirk crossed his handsome features.
"My apologies, Corvin. It is certainly not my aim to disappoint you." He hummed in amusement.
"You've been apologizing a lot today." Corvin informed with a humorous glint in her optics.
"Well, the effect you have on me has caused the need to apologize to become quite a necessity as of late.."
"Then why don't you stop saying how sorry you are and just start showing me?" Corvin really didn't know where these words were coming from, but she couldn't bring herself to complain. She especially didn't mind it as Optimus's optics brightened with a lust that made her insides melt. He leaned down and crushed his lips against hers. Her legs tightened around his waist as he ground against her. Optimus groped her sides, his servos sliding down her frame and squeezing every curve he came across.
Optimus broke the kiss, but attacked her neck with his mouth. Corvin groaned as he sucked hard on her main energon line, running his tongue over it. She reached over his shoulder, grabbing onto one of his smokestacks. Optimus jumped a bit before moaning loudly. She guessed they were sensitive, almost like his own version of wings.
Their frames grated against each other, creating loud scraping sounds and transferring paint as the two let out their pent up hunger for one another. Corvin's mouth fell open as one of Optimus's large, warm servos moved to caress the surface of her wing. He stroked and lightly squeezed the edges, making her moan loudly as the intense sensations. Her optics fluttered shut, her ventilations increasing as she blindly explored the frame of the mech she desired so strongly. He was so beautiful and perfect to her, and now she had him, gripped tightly between her claws. And Corvin didn't plan on letting go any time soon.
"Optimus," she moaned his name loudly, opening her optics to look up at him. There was a click and she gasped as cool air hit her heated interface. She felt more than she heard Optimus growl, his rich baritone vibrating straight through her chassis. One of his servos trailed down her frame, sending a flutter of excitement through her abdomen as it traveled lower and lower.
Corvin let out a gasp as he brushed the rim of her front valve, a single digit circling around the edge teasingly.
Optimus's mouth was still on her neck as this happened, and now he gave a light bite to the cable he had been lavishing with attention before pulling away. He kissed her collar, trailing down to the area just above her spark before sitting up. There was another click and Corvin felt something brush her aft. She loosened her death-grip she had on his waist with her legs to look at what had touched her.
Corvin sucked in a sharp, large breath, feeling her arousal skyrocket and her valve clench in anticipation. She felt tingles down her legs as she looked at Optimus's spike.
Damn, he was larger, than she thought he'd be… not that she was complaining.
His spike was colored like the rest of him: Blue, red, and silver. The top was red, while the underside was silver with a stripe of blue running from base to tip. Blue biolights created ridges on the underside, and their overlapping plates on the top that she didn't know the function of. She'd find out soon enough.
She couldn't wait to ride that.
Corvin smiled slyly, reaching down between them to grasp at Optimus's spike. The Prime let out a delicious moan as she ran her servo from base to tip, feeling the different textures of his interface.
"Corrrvin," he groaned loudly, his optics shuttering as he thrusted lightly into her servo. She could feel how hard and hot he was in her servo. He removed her servo after several moments, bumping the side of his helm against hers as she huffed in irritation. She quickly forgave him when he went back to rubbing at her valve, pushing against the seal that was there. Optimus pulled back, seating himself in between her legs with her aft in his lap.
"Optimus?" she questioned, looking down at him. He smiled at her.
"I have to break your seal, Corvin. It will only hurt for a little bit." he reassured. Corvin nodded and had to stop herself from laughing. She got re-virginized when she got her new body. She'd been through this before as a human in her old world, so she knew what to expect. Corvin relaxed herself, letting her legs rest next to Optimus's hips. She felt his servos rub at her interface, massaging and stretching the seal so that it would break more easily. She groaned loudly, her frame shaking at the stimulation to her sensitive valve. Under the pleasure she felt him tilt her hips up a bit then set them down again.
"You have two valves?" he questioned.
"Breeder thing," she breathily informed, distracted as one servo went to play with the other valve. "Shiiitttt," she whispered under her breath. Suddenly her pleasure was mixed with a pinch of pain as two 'pop's were heard. The seeker let out a squawk at the sudden pain, pulling her hips away. Optimus rubbed circles into her hips, his engine purring at the smell of her. Talented fingers moved over her valves, until Optimus leaned down and buried his helm in between her legs.
Corvin let out a pleasured yell as her back arched off the berth. She could feel every little thing he was doing to her. His mouth closed around the top lining of her main valve, his tongue working its way in as he sucked hard. His servos grabbed her thighs, keeping her hips in place as she thrashed, moaning and calling his name.
She felt him insert two fingers into her, stretching her and preparing her for his spike. He moved slowly now, drawing out loud groans from her. He was driving her crazy! His touch was like a teasing brush in comparison to what she wanted from him. Corvin shook her hips vigorously, adding a growl to get her point of 'stop teasing, damn it!' across. She felt him chuckle against her. She gasped as he added another finger. Corvin briefly wondered how many fingers he was going to stuff into her before he finally spiked her.
Holy shit, Optimus was gonna bang her. Holy shit! Corvin suppressed the primal roar her inner fangirl let out. No! She was not going to ruin this glorious moment by doing something stupid or letting that insane part of her loose. She quickly shoved all logical thinking to the back of her processor for a later time instead she focused on how her beautiful, amazing Prime just added a fourth finger and how she was about to overload if he continued.
"O-Optimus, I'm about to-!" she panted, unknowingly scratching at the back of his helm, leaving thin lines in his paint where her claws had scratched. His engine seeming to rumble at her words and his efforts picked up. Her vents were hitching, her system trying to draw in more air than it could to cool her frame. She could feel herself on the edge, just about the tip over and fall off. Optimus shoved his tongue deeper and hit a sensory node cluster at the top over her valve. She was drop-kicked over the edge, screaming all the way down. Her legs tried to clamp over Optimus's helm, but his strong servos held her in place, preventing her from crushing his audios with her powerful thighs.
She writhed on the berth, pleasure shooting through her like lightning. Her optics were shut tight as she rode through the pleasure, her wings thumping against the berth. Optimus prolonged her intense overload-he turned off his muffler with a shift of gears and revved his engine, making her lower half shake from the strong vibrations. Her overload was slow to die, and she sunk deeply into the berth with the last few zaps of pleasure. The seeker groaned, her frame twitching in the aftershocks of such a harsh overload.
Corvin looked up, seeing that Optimus was now above her again, his servos placed on either side of her helm. Her optics were dim now, a massive amount energy had been spent during that overload.
"Do you wish to turn in for the night cycle, Corvin?" Optimus asked kindly. Corvin shook her helm.
"No, just give me a moment. You kind of blew my processors with that one." she grinned up at him, feeling her energy levels even out slowly. Optimus hadn't overloaded yet, and she wasn't going to leave him hanging after a performance like that.
Optimus looked flattered by her statement. He grabbed her shoulders lightly and with a quick flip, she was on top once more. Corvin hummed as she layed on Optimus's scorching chassis. Then she got an idea. Digging into her subspace, Corvin brought out a can of rust sticks she had made a few days ago.
Optimus's optics seemed to zone in on the can of sweets like a hawk to its prey. Corvin giggled, shaking the can and making it's contents rattle.
"This should give us a decent energy boost, enough to last for awhile." she said, popping the top of the can open and pulling out a few sticks. It was a bit difficult with her laying on him still, but she propped her elbows on his large chassis and dug out the candies. She placed the end on one in her mouth, chomping down to just below half way. But, before she could give one to Optimus, his mouth closed around the opposite end of hers. His mouth came up, kissing her gently as he crunched at the rust stick. The sweetness of the candy mixed with their kiss, making it rather pleasant as Optimus licked the remnants off of her mouth.
"Pocky," Corvin laughed and Optimus looked confused. "It is a human thing, it's like what we just did with the rust stick." Optimus smiled and Corvin brought out another rust stick. They repeated the action several times, their kisses very sweet, both figuratively and literally. His arms were wound around her middle, and her arms were resting on either side of his helm, her servos absentmindedly toying with is audio receptors.
Optimus gave a loud groan, his mouth opening wider as she lightly pinched the tip of one audio. He was still running hot, and now that her energy was back up, Corvin was getting heated once again. She could feel his spike against her aft, so she ground against it, drawing a heated moan from the Prime. Corvin wondered if she'd be able to return the oral favor to Optimus. A loud growl was emitted from the mech under her and she felt two large servos latch themselves to her hips.
She'd return the favor another time.
Corvin slid back, stopping when she was sitting on Optimus's thighs. She looked at his spike, humming in approval. She moved to position herself over him. This was it, she was about to bang Optimus, and nothing was gonna stop her! And with that, Corvin shot any reservations she might have had to hell and dropped herself onto Optimus.
Optimus hissed as his spike finally, finally entered her. This is what his programming had wanted, what he had wanted ever since she first arrived here. He could feel her tightness and heat all around him, like his spike was wrapped in the warmest silk. Don't ask him how he knows that, though.. His servos were still tightly gripping her hips, leaving dents the shape of his servos, as she slowly sank down further and further. Optimus's jaw dropped open with a loud, shaking groan, his optics shuttering tightly. It had been far too long since he had been with anyone like this.
Corvin's helm was tilted back, her denta clenched tightly at the sensations. Her valve was highly sensitive from her recent overload, magnifying the feeling of Optimus's spike entering her valve tenfold. He was hitting every node in her, the deep ridges on him pushing and pulling at them and causing her optics to brighten considerably. She moaned his name, drawing out the vowels. The beautiful Prime responded with his own groan.
Finally she seated all the way, their hips now touching. Corvin hummed, her wings fanning out,demanding attention. One of Optimus's servos reached up to brush the underside of her wing, causing her to shiver.
Corvin ground down, her valve now fully adjusted to Optimus' gerth. Their hips scraped against each other, sparks of pleasure shooting up both frames as sparks of light illuminated the room in brief instances. His servo returned to her hip and gripped it hard before using his astounding strength to lift her almost off of him before bringing her slamming back down. Corvin cried out as Optimus continued his hard thrusts, lifting her so only the tip of his spike remained sheathed within her tight folds, then bringing her crashing back down as he thrusted upwards. Their frames rocked into the motion, a rhythm forming until Corvin was using her legs to push herself up as he lifted.
Optimus's knees were bent, helping him perform a backwards push up. His lower half rarely touched the berth, another sign of Optimus's strength. Corvin couldn't even do a regular push-up, not a single one. She could kick ass at girly push-ups though, she just couldn't hold up her bodacious booty.
Corvin stopped herself from laughing, instead letting an open-mouthed grin cross her face as she rode Optimus's spike. The thought made her engine roar and her thrusters turn. The feeling was amazing and the pace was fast and lust driven. She was lifted up and down, up and down, like a roller coaster. She loved every second of it.
Optimus was making a lot of noise (well, so was she), her name mixed with 'yes's and moans and growls as he pounded into her. Corvin wanted to kiss him so bad, but she couldn't, it would throw off the rhythm if she shifted her weight like that. So, she settled with touching him all over: trailing her servos over his neck and down, lightly scratching his windshields. She grasped one of his antennas, stroking her claws over it.
Optimus's mouth was opened, his frame so hot that steam came out with every ventilation. This was fantastic! He should have done this long ago. He was in constant motion, rocking up and down to the rhythm they had created. His arms shook as the pleasure built within, everything in him screeching this was good and needed to happen.
"Corvin!" he yelled, his voice filled with pleasure. His tongue poked out slightly as he panted. He was close. Very, very close. All he could focus on was her and how she felt around him. So hot, so wet, and so very tight.
Corvin rode Optimus, her back arching and her helm thrown back. She scratched at his chassis as her own pleasure raced through her. His spike was hitting so many hot spots deep within her.
Then, she found out what those overlapping plates on Optimus's spike did.
Corvin choked as his spike fucking expanded inside her. It grew an extra few feet (which was like growing an extra few inches as a human) in diameter, the plates puffing out all along the top of his spike to thicken it considerably. That was one hell of a mod.
It was like a dam breaking as they both experienced their overloads. Corvin's triggered Optimus's and they both went spiraling. Optimus roared, his voice rumbling through the whole room as he released a millennium's worth of pent up desire. Corvin screamed as she overloaded harder than she ever had as a human, her mouth opening as wide as it could ever go as her servos clamped around Optimus's arms, denting the metal. Her hips were also getting some sore treatment as Optimus's servos were still clamped around them, squeezing hard and denting them. She shuttered around him, her valve clenching tightly over his spike.
She could feel his transfluid shoot into her, hitting nodes farther back than his spike could reach and heightening her pleasure even more, if that was possible. Her lubricant and his transfluid trailed down her legs and onto him.
Corvin collapsed against Optimus's chest, energy spent completely as the overloads finally dissipated. Optimus layed back into the berth, all tension easing from his frame. His optics closed lightly and he moved his arms to wrap them around her. He sighed and kissed the side of her helm.
Corvin hummed, smiling and snuggling into Optimus. Her face was buried into his neck, her vents still cycled on high. His were, too. She nuzzled him in the side of the head before kissing him lightly on the lips.
"That was amazing." she purred, looking at him through dim, hooded optics.
"Indeed," Optimus hummed, nuzzling her back. "Let us rest now, it has been a long day." The femme nodded, then grinned.
"Pretty banging night, though." Optimus chuckled at her words. His arms tightened around her and he offlined his optics.
"Goodnight, Corvin." he sighed, slowly falling into recharge. Corvin was not far behind.
"Night, Optimus."
(AN: THIS CHAPTER WAS SUPER BETAed BY SweetSpark22!)
(YEAH IT WAS, AND I HAD AN AWESOME TIME DOING IT!)- SweetSpark22
(I, Sweetspark22, shall speak in parenthesis for the remainder of this A.N. thanks to the wonderful magic of Google Docs)
If any one of you see that part about the "warm silk," it is her fault! It sounds like Optimus masterbated by useing a warmed piece of silk. I guess being the leader of the Autobots and not really getting laid throughout the war makes one really creative XD I wanted to go with "Molten silk" but she said that it just sounded painful. (IT DID)
IT FINALLY HAPPENED! GO THANK MY BETA for that. She haggled me into it! And she made me make them have sex like… 5 chapters earlier than I was planning. So go thank her that your perverse desires for Corvin have been fulfilled ahead of time. (How awesome am I? :D)
I think I will be drawing more nsfw, this time of Optimus/Corvin and that "backwards push-up."
IT TOOK ME 3 WEEKS TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER! Optimus sounds like a dragon in this chapter. (I put that in her head, hee hee)
I was thinking of doing a story called "Corvin's Checklist." Basically, Corvin has a list of all the bots she wants to bang, and each chapter consists of her checking off each bot, if ya catch my drift..
Fluffy the Fluffiness: Thank you, it took me awhile to come up with how I would incorporate her into that part of the plot. Laziness is apart of who we are , embrace itttttt~
Firewarrior123X: *Strikes pose* I am flattered to frustrate you with my talent! I seem to be satisfying you a lot, only to leave you frustrated and wanting more! I would make a good politician~ (Don't worry, I fixed it XD) Looks like some are getting double replies. (Hell to the yes!) This AN is going to be so long… like a dick. (OMG you totally just said that) I DID!
11guest11: Don't worry, she couldn't hurt Bee! Fluff, all the FLUFF!
Guest: Yes, there will always be more chapters for this story. (I'm pretty sure this guy just copies and pastes the same reply every time. She did it twice on my story) Every single chapter… EVERY. SINGLE. CHAPTER. (We authors like ORIGINAL reviews) Lol
Skyress98: Thank you! I am so glad that you enjoy this story :D I do admit that having Megatron find out would be a good twist, and I'm considering it greatly. I love the her moments too!
Freddie4153: I HAVE!
ShiftFrame: That damned fly deserved his death! He wouldn't stop landing on my fingers and it itched! Glad to have made you laugh! (I also laughed, like a lot) HE DESERVED ITTTTT!
KittyKatt25: Who says they aren't breeders, eh? And just kept it to themselves? They aren't though, only Corvin. I mainly based it off personality. Out of all of them, Corvin is the most… well, I don't want to say she's easy or anything, but Corvin likes sex far more than the others. Domi hates Robots so she obviously isn't going to be spreading her legs for anyone and Vela is rather shy. (I still say she's gonna have a thing with Airachnid, but she keeps denying it) Who? Domi? Oh, that's a good idea. (Oh, sure, NOW that I've said it for the world to see, it's a good idea) Peer pressure. (You heard her. PRESSURE HER AND PRESSURE HER NOW WITH ALL YOU GOT SO WE CAN HAVE DOMRACHNID) Oh shit…. (XD)
Till all are one!~
(I think we are done now) yeah
