A Prisoner of Love

by MissCHSparkles

Sequel to A Slave to Love: Now that Megatron knows who Elita is, he has become cold and sparkless. Can the Femme slaves and their offspring survive or will his anger bring everyone down? Read on to find out.

10. Chapter 10

Author's note. Warning for violence, rape, loss of virginity and miscarriage.

Falere belongs to Decepticon Chick.

Written by me and the-writing-mew.

Enjoy and please review.

"Do you understand, Starscream?" Megatron demanded, leaning back on his throne.

"Yes, mighty leader," grumbled Starscream.

His leader had ordered him to lead an attack on a power station to obtain new Energon supplies. While it wasn't unusual and frankly, they did need to keep replenishing, Starscream was still annoyed that he was being sent out. Mainly because Darklight was due very soon and he didn't really want to leave the Nemesis in case she went into labour. He wanted to be right at her side for that, ready to welcome a new Seeker into the world.

Because there was absolutely no way that sparkling was Megatron's, he would not stand that idea for a single moment.

"Something the matter?" the grey Mech asked silkily, in a slightly more patient mood since he'd visited his femmes earlier.

"Why can't one of the other teams handle this?" the Seeker couldn't help but demand.

Megatron raised an optic brow.

"Because I need my capable Second in Command out there, gathering as much Energon as possible," he stated. "Would you rather I trust this to someone less worthy?"

Starscream scowled furiously, he knew that his leader was mocking him.

"Worried about that femme of yours?" Megatron suddenly said. "She's due soon, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is," Starscream said tightly, wondering if the other would make a crack about the sparkling's parentage.

However, Megatron just smiled and said. "If you like Starscream, she could always reside with my femmes while you are gone. She'd be quite safe there."

Starscream pursed his lips. It was true that Megatron hadn't interfaced with Darklight, even when the opportunity had presented its self but he still wasn't happy with her being anywhere Megatron visited. What if in the heat of the moment, Megatron decided that he did want to frag the heavily pregnant femme?

"Thank you for the offer, but I think she'll be okay," was all Starscream could say.

"She could hang out with Moonracer," suggested Skywarp. "She could tell her all about what carrying's like."

Ever since he'd found out she was carrying, he'd had a small smile on his face that nothing seemed to be able to touch. And secretly, it didn't matter that Wheeljack might be the Sire, he was just so happy that Moonracer still wanted to be with him. And he had to admit, his sessions with the two of them had been among the hottest of his entire life.

"That sounds like a good idea," Thundercracker said quietly, offering his support.

"Yes, I'm sure that will work," Megatron said slowly. "How is she doing, Skywarp?"

"Very well, sir," Skywarp said softly.

"Still fragging her?" the grey Mech asked crudely.

The purple and black Seeker just nodded, they were. And he really hoped his leader wasn't going to order her brought to him so he could have a go too. He tensed as Megatron leered at him but he just said.

"I knew that with a little time, she'd grow to enjoy it. You should thank me Skywarp, now you've got a willing femme servicing you."

Ironically, that was more or less true but Skywarp still felt uncomfortable. It wasn't the way he would have liked to have won Moonie but what had happened, had happened. So he said.

"Thank you for giving her to me, my lord. I'm very grateful."

Megatron smirked before waving his hand at them.

"Go and settle that femme of your Starscream," he commanded. "Then bring back that Energon, we'll soon have more mouths to feed."

"As you command," the red and white Seeker said, barely able to keep any sarcasm out of it.

He turned and stalked out, followed by his trine mates. Megatron lazily remained where he was, they did have fairly decent supplies but it kept the Autobots from formulating a definite plan of action against his base. Prime was still out for his life force but he was one step ahead of him.

And he would take back what was his.

...

"Wow, I'm getting big," Darklight said in wonder as she stared at her swollen belly.

"You're going to have a healthy sparkling," Echo said with a smile as the three femmes cuddled up on a berth. Soundwave thought that his mate might be a little safer with her friends and hoped that if Megatron decided that he needed release, he'd go to his harem.

"I hope so," the young femme mused before turning with a grin to Moonracer. "So...what's it like having two Mechs?"

"Pretty good," the green femme admitted with a small smile. "Still not as many as Firestar has."

"No one has that many," laughed Darklight. "But seriously, what's it like having an Autobot and a Decepticon in the berth?"

Moonracer laughed before saying. "That's the thing, I don't think about it in those terms. They are just two loving, sweet...and hot Mechs that I want to be with."

"And Wheeljack is okay with Warp?" Echo asked curiously.

"After what happened with Megatron, yes," Moonracer said softly, knowing that Soundwave was furious about what was happening with his mate. "He knows how Warp feels and what he's willing to do for me. So he gave him a chance and we're...working things out."

"I'm glad you've found a solution," the blue femme said gently, she'd seen how upset Moonracer had been about the two Mechs previously.

Moonracer nodded before giving the other a hug, giving her silent support.

"Come on, we need details," Darklight declared, wishing to lighten the mood.

The green femme bit down her lower lip and flushed, however, before she can start telling anything, Echo flinched and her expression worried.

"What is it Echo?" Asked her green friend as the other almost cried.

"Its Megatron... He's calling me to the throne room."

The other two shared a worried look.

"But isn't he busy with this 'harem' he has downstairs?" Said Darklight with a scowl.

"I... I don't know why he keeps calling me! He even leave you two alone, why he keeps coming to me?!" The beautiful white femme now cried.

She was hugged by Moonracer as she tried to soothe her.

"I dunno, the mech's crazy and that's why I wanna leave this place... He will be getting worse, believe me," Darklight offered causing Echo to cry louder and Moonracer to frown at her. "What? Its the truth, you don wanna hear it?"

Moonracer only shook her head and said to Echo: "We will be there with you, sweetie."

And so the three femmes went, accompanying Echo to see Megatron on his throne, who lifted an optic ridge at the sight of the other two femmes he had not summoned.

He smiled sweetly at Echo however and extended his hand so she must go... And he made her sit on his lap; the other two sat nearby as the Decepticon leader cuddled the kind and soft femme. He then asked her to hum a song for him as he caressed her and heard her voice break several times as she started crying when seeing the mechs and the looks they gave her.

Megatron then scowled darkly at them, showing them his pointy fangs and a dangerous look that was enough for them to stop eyeing her like that. Somehow he did not enjoy seeing her suffer... And both Moonracer and Darklight noticed that.

Echo did something to Megatron they couldn't quite explain yet.

Then suddenly he lifted himself up from the throne and started walking towards the exit. Echo shook madly as she knew what was next and did not wanted it!

"Please my lord... Must look after my child...," She tried softly, but he only kissed her softly on the cheek and answered:

"Leave her to your friends, she will be okay, I need you now."

"But..."

"Echo..." He whispered before kissing her lips and took her away.

Moonracer and Darklight shared a look, then got up and returned Soundwave's quarters; they needed to talk alone about what they saw.

...

Once again Echo found herself on her back on Megatron's berth. Her mate was with Starscream in a raid and she was at the mercy of this tyrant.

She was shaking and crying as she always was before he took her...

...and he hovered above her before lowering himself and kissed and sucked her neck before going at the gaps of her armour to leave her nude body to his mercy. Once she was naked, Megatron roamed his hands all over her sweet body, kissed it and licked it feeling how it warmed up and she squirmed and gasped.

He smirked. He loves to make her wet for him. She was just so different from all the other femmes... Even Elita; he was sure this lovely femme was the sweetest of them all... And soon he will have Elita in this same position again.

"Oh!" Echo moaned as he licked her entrance, savouring her with that thick glossa of his, and for a moment she wondered if he did this for another femme... Or the femmes in his harem?

Somehow she doubted it and now her trail of thoughts was interrupted as he swirled his glossa around her external node before taking it into his mouth and suckled on it causing her to squeak and her valve to produce more the sweet lubricant he so desperately needed.

"Megatron..." She moaned in a sweet tone that drove him crazy, along with her soft hands on his helmet... A helmet that annoyed him now...

So, he let it go, and the sensitive panels under it rose, begging her soft, little fingers to touch them.

"Echo..." He rumbled and her whole body shivered as he positioned himself and slowly entered her, enjoying every ripple and clench of her soft, perfect valve.

She moaned loudly but sweetly. He smirked at that. This femme was to love, not to frag like the others. He kissed her, and she kissed him back, unable to control herself, caressing possessively his head panels.

"Oh, Megatron...ohh...yes... So big... So good..." She almost sang -if she didn't- each moan making the dangerous male above her to roll his hips lazily to heighten her pleasure.

He loves to break her from a crying femme, to a lustful creature. He gasped her name and thrust before kissing her passionately.

It took several overloads for Megatron to feel sated, once again filling Echo's insides to the brim, and once again he lay his head on her soft and lovely chest, enjoying her caresses on his panels.

...and she thought she knew now from where Elita got her antennae's.

Thinking of her friend and how much she must have suffered when she realised it was her own Sire trying to attack her made Echo whimper. What a horrible thing to happen, she couldn't imagine her beautiful daughter being hurt by Soundwave like that. Then again, Soundwave knew perfectly well who his daughter was while Megatron had not. How badly had that hurt him?

"Mmm...Echo?" Megatron mumbled, hearing the small distressed noise she'd made.

She froze, before saying. "It's...it's nothing..."

He raised his head and looked into her optics, he'd heard the hitch in her voice. And when it came to her recently, he was always very concerned.

"Tell me," he said, voice soft after all the overloads he'd had.

Echo bit her lip, she had no idea how to broach the subject without him getting angry.

"Do you miss them?"

He stared at her, not fully comprehending so she added.

"Elita and Arcee?"

Megatron blinked before saying stiffly. "I'd rather not talk about them."

"I'm sorry," she said quickly, she didn't want him getting angry. Having to sleep with him was bad enough but she really didn't want to be beaten. "It was just...you were very sweet towards Arcee, you made her final upgrade so special even though there's a war on. It made her and Elita very happy."

He shrugged. "I didn't exactly have much time left to do anything else," he stated, sour bitterness in his voice.

Echo couldn't blame him for that, he'd had code taken without consent to create Maple, a child he wasn't allowed to know anything about. Including whether or not his code had actually produced a child. And by the time he had learned of her existence, she was already gone, leaving only a single daughter who was almost grown.

"Damn Senate," he growled. "Damn them all."

She was silent to this, wondering if she should calm him with a song.

"You know what I like about you, dear Echo?" he suddenly said. "You never hide anything from Soundwave, you always told him everything about your pregnancy and daughter. You're so good."

Oh dear, he was angry over the fact Elita's mother never told him about her. Echo had no idea why that was, had she been scared of Megatron? Or was Megatron's anger more justified?

"T-thank you," she said, wincing as he shifted position slightly but didn't pull out of her. Primus, she couldn't fall pregnant by him, it would break Wave's spark.

"Hmm," he hummed. "Go to sleep dear...I need it...I haven't been sleeping so well recently..."

"No?" she murmured before gently humming a soothing tune to help him drift off.

As he started to slip into recharge, she asked casually. "Did having Elita by your side help you sleep?"

Half asleep, he mumbled. "Mmm...yes...the best sleep..."

And with that, he was asleep and Echo was left with a lot to think about.

...

"Hey you!"

"Got something to say to me, Seeker?" Jazz asked evenly, blaster levelled at the Decepticon perched on beam above him.

"Yeah, I do," Skywarp said hotly before seemingly remembering himself. "Look...Moonie's carrying now."

Jazz's optics widened before he asked coldly. "And who's the daddy?"

"Either me or Wheeljack," he said casually and the saboteur actually gaped at him.

"You're kidding me," he exclaimed.

"No, I'm not," Skywarp said seriously as Jazz stared at him.

"And wait...you don't seem bothered by that," he couldn't help but say.

With a small smile, Skywarp leaned against the wall in an unconcerned way and said. "Hey, it could be mine. But even if it isn't, it's one hundred percent Moonie's sparkling. That's all I care about."

He paused before adding. "Besides, I bet she's hot when carrying."

Dreamily, he smiled, she certainly wanted to interface more now than she knew she was having a sparkling at long last. Shame he couldn't take Wheeljack to their quarters, that would make things a lot more comfortable. But at least Moonracer no longer felt any guilt over interfacing with him, not when her mate supported her, it made such a big difference.

"So why are you telling me all this?" the Autobot TIC asked, breaking threw his line of thought.

"Well...Megatron hasn't really been...stable...recently," Skywarp said slowly. "And I guess I thought you guys were planning to rescue your inventor and Moonracer."

"What's that to you?" Jazz questioned slowly, twitching when an explosion sounded nearby.

"I want Moonie to be safe," Skywarp said seriously. "If that means she's gotta be with you...then that's what gotta happen. Megatron hasn't really done anything to Wheeljack yet but when he remembers..."

He left the threat hanging, it was not going to be pretty when Megatron decided to actually do something about his Autobot prisoner.

"So, you better hurry, I'll help as much as I can without having Megs killing me," Added the seeker before looking to the side. "I must go, please..." The last part was unsaid:

'Save them now that you can.'

And with that, the seeker warped away.

Jazz was left thinking about it for a long while, paralyzed like a statue, then ran towards his leader.

...

"Echo?" Soundwave entered his quarters and called his beloved mate with eagerness...

However there were two femmes that were not his instead.

"She's with Megs, it seems he wants to sleep with her again-ouch! Hey! Hit pregnant femmes?" Darklight started but Moonracer hit the back of her head at her rude answer.

"Hush! You didn't needed to be so rude!" The green one said.

"Out!" Soundwave ordered them before they can start bickering, so they got up and Moonracer delivered the peacefully sleeping Aoide in her sire's arms.

"We need to talk, Soundwave, when you feel better," She said, however, before she can leave, he took her by the arm as he sensed something in her. "What?" She tried.

"Hush, femme... Relax," He said passing her Aoide back so he can place his hands on her head.

"What are you doing?" She started getting afraid but he reassured her.

"Let me see what you saw this morning..." He almost whispered, and she, still hesitating, allowed him to see her recent memories...

He saw how Megatron treated his mate, how he allowed her to sit on his lap, how he caressed her, gave her sweets... Threatened those who dared to look or whisper poor about her...

...then how he lifted her up, gently and kissed her softly when she shook in fear...

...the way his optics changed just for her!

Then there they were, her and Darklight... And the big femme said:

"Definitely Megs has a crush on Echo..." Then whistled. "Males like weak and submissive girls like her, I bet she never even said 'no' to him."

"She cannot say 'No' to him! He's too powerful; besides, you saw poor Ivory! Echo is scared to death from Megatron!" Moonracer answered her.

"Yeah? Well, he likes how she responds then, why then would he come to her yet when having his own personal harem? And... Knowing she have her own mate, why would he still come to her to take her? And even gave her a comlink to call her?" Darklight said in almost disbelief.

Moonracer let out a gasp. "She's so sweet... So incapable of using her own skills against Megatron."

"That's it!" Darklight suddenly jumped realizing something, startling the green femme and Aoide who whimpered.

"What? Echo using his abilities against Megatron?"

"Nooo..." Darklight waved her hand at her. "She's sweet for him! Duh! That's why he likes her so much!"

"What?!" Gasped the other.

"Yes! She's giving him...uhh... Sweetness, compassion, a nice...umm... Gentle and willing valve with sweet personality that would never attack or discuss him!" Exclaimed in the end the big femme ignoring how her own child moved within her at her recent reactions...

...even Moonracer can see the baby moving under her plate and her optics widened...

...soon she will be like that.

But what worried him the most was what the other said...

"Megatron is falling for Echo? Is that what you mean?!"

"Yeah, pretty much... He is. She's cute too; he won't let her go now... And..." Her expression turned grim. "I believe if we all leave now... Echo included... Megs will finally lose it, and this time will be worse than when he found out Elita was his child."

...

When Soundwave pulled away, he was visibly shaking, and couldn't help it.

Megatron, his leader, the one he'd serviced loyally and blindly for millenniums was robing him from his mate... His Echo!

There was more in Moonracer's memories, but he couldn't see more.

He felt weak, as if someone shot him in his spark or throw him a cold bucket…or both.

"I'll... I'll take Aoide with me... Rest, Soundwave," Said the green femme walking away and seeing he was in a very, very dark mood.

But when the door closed, he fell onto his knees and broke.

Taking off his mask and hitting the ground with his fists, Soundwave cried in a mix of rage and impotence.

"Echo... Please don't... No... Please... Not my Echo.. Everything but that!" He cried bitterly.

What can he do?

He even doubted she would be safe with the Autobots if Darklight's words were true and his leader would hunt her down... If he didn't kill him and Aoide before.

His poor, beloved mate was trapped with that crazy beast!

This must be some kind of karma for all his crimes in the past; yeah, Primus wouldn't allow him to be happy so easily.

But still, what can he do to save her? To save his family.

So far he discovered, as Megatron not only fragged her but slept with her as well, that he was running out of time to find a solution... When time's up, Echo would be Megatron's forever...

...and there, when the time reaches its end, would be only one thing to do...

...to kill Megatron... Somehow.

His red optics brightened with the idea.

...

It was morning, and Megatron still held Echo in his berth still making love to her. It seems he never grows tired of her.

"Ohh... Ohhh!" She moaned as he softly rocked in and out from her, then suddenly turned them so she was straddling him.

She gasped when finding herself on top, impaled on him.

"Ride me, Echo... Let me see you dance on me...," He gasped in bliss while encouraging her to move.

She obliged, and moaned feeling his huge mechood went deeper in her, tickling her sensors and building her charge faster. Eventually she found herself bouncing him, looking up, then down again to his expression of utter bliss... Of utter vulnerability.

"Oh... Ah...! Megatron!" She screamed when her climax hit her hard and her insides tightened around him...

...not long later he was coming as well, deep inside her.

She collapsed on his chest, panting and dripping both her own lubricants and his transfluid and he caressed her back gently.

"Echo... Sweet Echo..." He purred before lifting up her face and kissed her deeply.

When the kiss ended, he said: "It was so long since a femme rode me... Since she was on top... Consider yourself worthy, lovely Echo."

She gasped and her optics widened.

His words were declarations of something... And she didn't liked it one bit.

She desperately wished to be with her Soundwave like this... Not with... Him!

He caressed her aft fondly before one of his hands wandered lower towards the place they were intimately joined and rubbed her moist rim gently making her gasp.

He smirked and reclaimed her lips.

...

"He will take Echo from you, he already did! He never... He always let her go back to you after... That... And now he sleeps with her?!" Said Starscream trying to convince Soundwave of Megatron's madness.

"Its true!" Tried again the seeker to the gloomy telepath. "Come on, I know we both hated each other in the past, but this is too much!"

Soundwave remained quiet.

"Come on! We have to do something!"

Silence answered, so the seeker sighed.

"I've talked to Darklight and... Or we die while taking her from him... Or he dies to stay away from her. You chose, either way we can't do this alone."

This time Soundwave sighed.

"How did it come to this?" he asked quietly. "Everything was so simple..."

"Yes, well, that's life," stated Starscream with a shrug. "So, what is your decision?"

Soundwave started to speak but froze as he received a message from Ravage. His optics brightened and he exclaimed.

"Echo's out!"

He instantly ran from the room and Starscream threw up his hands. How was he supposed to plot Megatron's demise without that sometimes creepy telapath? Oh well, he'd better get some maintenance done, no doubt his damn leader would be sending him out to collect more Energon soon. Primus, it had been much easier when the Autobots had just given them Energon so he could just go flying and show those miserable Earthlings what a master of the sky looked like.

"Baby?"

Starscream glanced over at the door and saw Darklight peering in.

"Hello my dear," he greeted. "Feeling good?"

"Alright," she shrugged. "But this sparkling better come out soon."

She gave him a sly smile as she said. "I haven't had a good hard frag in a while."

"Well, once you've birthed my heir and are recovered, I can easily remedy that," he purred making her grin.

"Sounds good," she giggled, strutting over and climbing onto his lap, facing him. "You know darling..."

Her words faltered as a strange expression came over her. Starscream frowned, he'd never seen her react like that.

"Darklight?" he said uncertainly.

"Star," she said in a voice that was rather high. "I..."

"What...what is it?" he demanded urgently, gripping her arms as she looked like she might fall off him.

"I think...it's coming," she squeaked as her insides seemed to twist and writhe.

"Coming?" he repeated dumbly before realisation dawned on him. "You don't mean...the sparkling?"

"Urgh, what do you think?" she half snapped, half groaned.

"I uh...," he stammered as she moaned and growled on his lap. "We...we need to get you to Hook!"

He said this as though he'd been hit by a clever idea.

"I don't care...just make it stop," she snarled and he was forced to gently push her off his lap before scooping her up into his arms.

Primus, she'd put on a bit of weight.

"Come on, get going," she snarled at him and he hastened to obey. It was never a good idea to argue with a femme about to give birth.

...

"I miss you," Echo murmured, kissing her love as he cradled her body to his chest. "Missed you so much."

"Same," he whispered into her audio. "I don't want to lose you."

She buried her face against his shoulder, she knew why he felt that way.

"I need to feed Aoide," she said softly. "But I thought after...we could have a warm bath together?"

He perked up at this, it sounded absolutely perfect. Besides, nothing looked sexier than seeing her feed their beloved daughter.

"I like that idea," he said and she smiled brightly. All she wanted to do was spend some time with her mate and forget all about Megatron.

Once Aoide was settled after a good feed, Soundwave ran a bath for them and they settled into it.

"Mmm, this is good," Echo sighed, snuggling into his chest. "My perfect Mech..."

"My perfect femme," he said, a soft smile on his lips.

They stayed like that for a while before Echo asked softly. "Wave...how can I stop Megatron calling for me?"

His expression darkened. "I'm not going to put up with it any more," he said darkly. "I should have just killed him the first time he tried it."

She stared up at him with worried optics.

"Wave...was he different...before he found us femmes?" she asked.

He looked down at her with a frown.

"Yes...but not like this," he said firmly.

"I don't mean that," she corrected gently. "Did he change after he found Elita and the others?"

He considered this before nodding.

"He became...less rough," he finally said. "More settled I suppose you could say."

Echo gave a small nod, as though confirming something.

"I think I know why, partly at least," she said.

"Why?" he asked simply.

"He had no idea Elita was his daughter," she began. "But having her sleep beside him each night...I think his spark recognised her and reacted. Having her near had a good influence on him and when he found out about Arcee, his positive feelings increased to the point where he was becoming...almost kind."

While Soundwave digested this, she added. "But since he didn't know why he was feeling good, he tried to make Elita his mate and then the truth came out. I think it almost destroyed him, he couldn't deal with the fact the femme he felt so good about was his daughter, not potential mate. So he lashed out and now he can't stop."

Looking up into her mate's optics, she said. "I think what he wants...is a family but he's always been denied it. First his code was stolen and then Elita's mother didn't tell him about her. And just when he thought he'd found a perfect family...it's all suddenly destroyed. And he doesn't know how to fix it so he's latching onto other things..."

"Like you," Soundwave concluded grimly.

"I suppose," she said unhappily. "Maybe he sees me as perfect, a femme who'd never hide anything from her mate. But I'm not for him...I don't even think I'm really his type. He needs loyalty and honesty but that's not all, he also needs a strong femme. That's just what I think."

"Maybe you're right," Soundwave said, thinking over what she'd told him. "But he is not having you."

Gently tipping her face up, he said softly. "We are going to bond...and have more sparklings together. If he would only leave you alone, I could do so much more for him."

"Can you get him to stop wanting me?" she asked, desperation in her optics. "I don't...I CAN'T have him falling in love with me. Even if I didn't love you, I could never love him. He's just..."

She couldn't put it into words but she knew it to be true. Megatron was not and never would be, the Mech for her.

"I can try but he won't drink anything we give him," Soundwave said grimly. "Unless he's drugged, he would fight me and that would only end in disaster."

Biting her lip, she said. "If...if I sang to him, made him go into recharge, would that work? Could you look into his mind then?"

"Why do you want me to?" he couldn't help but ask.

The young femme shrugged. "I suppose I pity him," she said. "Life has been unfair and even though he's been so cruel...he's also shown kindness...it just feels like he needs help. I guess I don't want a bot who's not in his right state killed."

"You're very kind," Soundwave told her and she gave a small laugh.

"Is that a bad thing?" she questioned and he kissed her.

"It's one reason I love you," he said gently.

"My Soundwave..." She whispered reaching for his lips and kissed him softly.

"My Echo..." He answered back with a smile returning the kiss softly...

...and soon little Aoide was placed back onto her crib as her creators made passionate love.

...

Days later...

"Could you find anything?" The seeker femme groaned in pain hissing slightly at the tingling pain in her valve.

Their leader visited them again and was not gentle.

Well, at least he'd taken them in the valve rather in their afts.

However, the spider former, now considering herself a prisoner, and finding nothing better to do, has decided Ivory was her personal science school project as she tried to wake her up.

"No... Not yet..." Answered the bugformer.

"Uhh..." Groaned the other closing tightly her legs and shaking said: "I hadn't enlisted for this!"

"None of us enlisted for this." Answered back the spider as she -with some hidden tools in her fingers- opened Ivory's processor and checked her state while seeing her progress while connected to her medical port.

"Were you a medic?" Groaned the seeker femme. "Then fix our valves!"

"I was never a medic... But self-taught myself because I've deemed it interesting... And I can't do anything for your valves, you're all sore, need to rest... And use maybe a nice oil to soothe the ache," Answered back the spider without looking from her job.

Her two partners groaned, just as the other femmes in the harem.

She hurt too, their leader really have stamina and was quite a brute with them, some were even dented and beaten, but unlike the others, she have something to do.

"Then why don't you use your tools to set us free from this place? I'd rather go Autobot than having to be humiliated like this again!" The yellow opticed femme almost cried, her name is Nightbird.

"Yeah? And how would we escape? We're armourless, completely disarmed and deep hidden inside the Nemesis; he would catch us back and then torture us worse. At least here he feed us," Bit back another femme.

"Yeah, he feeds us from his spike and makes us suck his waste fluid!" The seeker femme barked in hate; her name was Slipstream. "What does he thinks we are?!"

"Objects to be used, abused and disposed," Answered her the spider... A femme under the name of Blackarachnia.

The others growled in hate at that.

"Sometimes I envy Strika... She's no one's type and Megatron would never dare to make this to her," Said hatefully another femme.

Silence followed as they all gathered their hate for their leader.

"Frag! Uhh! Frag it!" The spider cursed causing the others to look at her surprised.

"What?" One of them asked suddenly at the sudden outburst from the usually collected femme.

"This one... It's like she's determined to remain in dark! Also... Urgh! Disgusting! I've just dripped his thing!" She complained at her valve for purging her leader's essence from her now and ran freely through her thighs...now that she didn't had her codpiece like the others...and she hated it.

"Come on..." Slipstream then managed to get on her pedes. "Let's get some shower and flush his thing from us... None of us wishes to carry for him, right?"

At the mention of carrying, several of her partners hurried to the washracks in unsteady legs.

"Come on," She said passing her hand to the huffing spider. "You have all the time in the universe to figure her out."

Blackarachnia sighed and looked down at Ivory. At least Megatron left her alone... Their leader wasn't keen on fragging living corpses.

Then took Slipstream's hand and both went to get clean.

...

"Uhh... Daddy... Mommy..." Arcee started rolling in her berth, gasping and feeling how her body heated up suddenly.

It was so new for her and so far annoyingly itchy.

The process that would make her a femme started now... At 3 am! When no one's up!

"Ah!" She squeaked when felt something behind her panel, something warm and sour, perhaps?

She needed to open it... And she did... And to her surprise, some warm liquid escaped from there once free, staining her berth sheets.

"What's happening?!" She gasped in horror not knowing what that was. "Uhhh...ah!" She gasped loudly again looking for something cold in the berth, the fresh side or anything, but just wasn't enough!

Also... She needed someone to hold her... Preferably a mech... Not her parents, no... Someone else... Like a certain handsome blue seeker...

"Oh!" She gasped again while thinking like that about him...

...him, holding her, caressing her... Kissing her... And soothing the ache between her legs with...

"Primus! What the frag is wrong with me?!" She cried in the end flushing madly. "He would never do that to me! He... For him I'm just a little sister!"

The thought caused her to depress slightly... But then the hot wave hit her again and she rolled from her berth to the ground.

"Mamma!" She cried in her commlink in desperation.

...especially when she remembered when she caught Thundercracker in his shower... With his enormous spike out in his hand... Pumping it as if his life depended on it... His face contorted in utter concentration until he released a low groan and his spike softened after expulsing his seed.

She gasped and flushed when seeing that. It was something she couldn't quite take her optics from.

He was big... And somehow expulsing that hurt him? She wasn't sure because he just seemed tired after that.

And that was why when she saw all those mechs naked being bathed by her friends was strange for her... None of them had them as big as Thundercracker's -but she didn't know why his was bigger... But it was because his was aroused, and the others' weren't- and that intrigued her for a long time as she still didn't know.

"Mamma! Dadda!" She cried louder in her commlink and soon her parents were hurrying in her quarters.

"Oh... My little femme is transforming into a femme!" Exclaimed Elita with tears in her optics.

"Help me mamma... Something's wrong with me..." Cried Arcee not knowing this was natural and soon would be over. "Dadda...?"

"Uh," he said, blushing furiously and fidgeting on the spot. "Well..."

"Go back to bed," chuckled Elita, knowing he was finding this highly uncomfortable. "We'll be okay."

She gave his aft a sly little pat but he barely noticed, just nodded dumbly and hastily exited.

"Your poor papa," Elita said wryly, going over to her daughter and gently hugging her. "This is too much for him."

At that moment, Arcee didn't really care that her father had fled, she just wanted it all to end. She squirmed furiously and moaned. "Mama...it..."

"I know," her mother said soothingly. "This is normal, now that you've upgraded into a full femme, your body is becoming sexually active."

"So it's gonna happen all the time?" her daughter yelped a little hysterically.

"No, no," Elita assured her. "Once your body has calmed down, it won't happen like this. It'll only react if you're having a 'very' good dream or if you are with a partner."

"So...how do I stop it now?" Arcee wanted to know.

"Well, you could either have a cold bath," Elita began. "Or give yourself an overload."

Arcee stared at her mother, she hadn't quite expected her to say that. Elita smirked at her expression and said.

"Your father would just say cold bath, the poor dear is having a hard time processing the fact you're a grown femme now, one that might want a boyfriend soon."

"H-how do you feel about that?" Arcee mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I have no problem with it but I did get to see you grow," her mother replied, kissing her forehead. "It's easier for me."

"So what do I do?" Arcee asked earnestly.

"Touch yourself," Elita instructed. "I know it's going to feel strange but it's perfectly natural. Go on sweetie."

The newly formed femme was still embarrassed but she wanted the burning to go away so bad that she obeyed. Very hesitantly, she touched herself but immediately squeaked and brought her hand away. The burning sensation had dramatically spiked when she'd touched her bared valve.

"It's okay," Elita soothed. "It will feel intense but you can do this. You'll feel a lot better afterwards."

"O-okay," Arcee said shakily.

She touched her valve and once again, there was a spike of intense burning. But this time, she was more prepared for it and felt able to explore a bit more. Her body had changed a lot but clearly the part that had changed the most was her interface equipment, developing sensitive nodes and other parts to aid in love making. Her mind kept couldn't help but jump to what she'd seen on the Nemesis, Thundercracker's beautiful form, all those naked Mechs, even Megatron interfacing with Ivory.

As much as she really didn't want to think about her grandparents doing it together, her imagination kept playing it for her. And changing the figures so that instead it was a blue Seeker dominating the smaller pink form, making her gasp and writhe while his swollen spike pumped in and out...

"Oh!" she gasped as her valve clenched down on nothing. Not only that but there was a lot more fluid staining the berth than before, how could she produce so much?

"You're doing well darling," Elita encouraged, it was always hard for any young bot when they became sexually awakened.

"Mmm," Arcee mumbled, becoming much braver in her exploration. It really was just as well her father wasn't here.

Hitting a certain spot seemed to intensify the strange feeling building in her so she focused on that, moaning unabashedly. The sensation was alien but felt so good, she wanted it to just last forever. And then...

"Ahhhh!" she gasped as her overload finally hit and what seemed to be a cascade of transfluid and lubricant gushed out of her.

"Feel better?" questioned her mother.

"Y-yeah," panted Arcee, her body heated to an incredible level. "Much."

She glanced down and flushed.

"I've made a mess," she mumbled.

"Don't worry about it," her mother said soothingly. "Why don't you take a shower and I'll deal with this."

"Oh...mama," Arcee started to protest but her mother just kissed her.

"It's your first time, you deserve a rest," Elita told her firmly.

"Thanks mama," the young femme murmured before going to do as she was told.

She felt a little light-headed and her valve tingled very strangely, however, it felt really good and she found herself wanting more. But that would have to wait, she suddenly found herself feeling really tired. Even the warm shower couldn't do much to wake her up and Arcee grew sleepier as the breems passed. By the time she stumbled out of her wash room, she was practically asleep on her feet. Elita had already finished and she guided her sleep daughter to her berth and helped her lie down.

"I'll get you some toys for you to use," she whispered but Arcee just mumbled, curling up and falling very quickly into recharge.

Elita smiled, giving her one last kiss before returning to her quarters. Of course, Optimus was still awake and waiting for her.

"How is she?" he asked, still looking a little awkward.

"She's good," she said, slipping beside him and accepting his strong arm around her shoulders. "Our little girl is all grown up, can you believe it?"

"Not really," he admitted. "But I'll try."

"Good Mech," she said, cuddling into his chest. "You know, maybe soon we could..."

"Whenever you're ready," he said gently. "We'll soon have a wonderful night together."

"Mmm," she hummed. "I can't wait.

...

"There you are, almost there," Hook said encouragingly as an exhausted Darklight tried to summon the energy to keep pushing.

Those contractions she'd felt had just been the start, when Starscream had brought her to the Med Bay, Hook had told them she wasn't quite ready to give birth. Meaning she'd had to remain in the Med Bay for the next few days as the pain steadily got worse and worse until she was finally ready to start giving birth. And even then, it was several hours later that the process really seemed to finish. Her sparkling was almost here.

"Thank goodness," muttered Starscream, shutting up when Darklight gave him an evil grin.

"I swear," she growled. "I am never doing this ag...AHHHHHH!"

"Almost...there," Hook said in relief as the squalling sparkling was finally born and he quickly scooped it up to be cleaned.

"You did it," gasped Starscream, he couldn't believe it. Maybe now she'd stop trying to crush his hand.

"Uh," she also gasped, panting heavily. "What...where is?"

"Right here," Hook said, gently wiping away the afterbirth before wrapping the crying sparkling up in a blanket. "Congratulations, it's a little femme."

"I have a daughter?" she whimpered, optics shimmering with tears. "My own daughter?"

"Yep," he said with a nod before catching Starscream's worried optics. "Your own seeker femme."

"Seeker," he breathed. "It's really a seeker?"

Hook nodded, pulling back the blanket to reveal little wing nubs.

"No doubt about it, she's your daughter?" the medic chuckled as the proud Seeker looked like he was about to cry.

"My daughter," he said in a choked voice. "My own little princess."

"Our princess," Darklight said tiredly, leaning against the berth and very thankful the birth was over. But also proud of the little femme she'd brought into the world.

"Yes, ours," he said, now swelling with pride and no small amount of glee.

"What are we going to call her?" she asked him.

"Hmm, I'm not sure," he admitted. "Whatever you desire."

She thought about it before a name finally occurred to her.

"Falere," she declared. "That will be her name."

"Falere," he repeated, testing the name out. "Yes...I like it, it's perfect for her."

"Good," she mumbled as he stood beside her, letting her admire the beautiful little sparkling. "Now I think...I'll sleep..."

"You deserve it," he said wryly, who knew giving birth could be such a long, hard process. But it was all worth it.

He smiled.

He had a family now...

...however they weren't safe here and he needed to get them out; after all, Megatron has gone crazy, especially when he started disrespecting their own Decepticon femmes and making them sex slaves.

Who can say he won't do the same to his daughter? And Soundwave's daughter? Her mother was proof enough...

He gulped and looked down at Darklight and their sparkling.

He better act fast and get that idiot telepath from his side soon!

...

"Oooh Wave...oh!" Moaned loudly Echo as she rode her mate's spike... The mech she really loves, it felt fantastic.

"Echo... My dear, sweetest Echo..." Answered her Soundwave before kissing her softly; both their overloads were close...

...and then the femme cried out the TIC's name, tensing and tightening herself around him, milking his spike; her mate following close, pumping his seed deep inside her.

Both were grasping for air...

"Lovely," A deep voice purred.

Both lovers gasped and almost jumped when heard Megatron behind them. He was smirking devilishly at them, and Soundwave could see what he wanted...

Megatron wants Echo, and wants her now!

To take her in front of him!

To make his display of dominance on him and his lover!

Echo started shaking and couldn't help but whimper softly as the Decepticon leader reached for her, caressing her soft back, waist and thighs... And the place both her and her mate where intimately joined.

"Megatron...?" She tried bit he only turned her head towards his and kissed her softly before climbing on their berth and positioned himself right behind her...

Soundwave was unable to react, as paralysed as he was in rage and disbelief when his leader pulled him out from his Echo and replaced his spike in her valve, causing her to groan at his thickness.

"Echo..." Megatron purred against her audio as he thrust softly from behind, offlining his optics and enjoying the ride.

The femme gasped and her blue optics onlined before looking down at her livid mate.

:'We can do it after he finishes... He won't hurt me... Please love, be strong... It's our only chance... I'll sing for him later.':

Soundwave's optics widened. But he nodded nonetheless.

Megatron picked up the pace and Echo moaned louder until he suddenly came with a grunt, biting her shoulder and shooting his load deep inside her chamber.

But as always, Megatron wasn't sated with only one frag.

Somehow he seemed to get aroused by Soundwave's presence there, watching him take his mate over and over again... And he loved it.

"Rest, my lord," Soundwave offered his berth to his now tiredly grunting leader, a leader that was now holding Echo possessively, once again resting his head on her bare chest without his helmet...

...and then Echo started singing softly, and the warlord felt as if he was taken to the clouds, to someplace where he was so... Happy, he never wanted to be away from it... Only sleep as deep as possible to remain in there as long as possible.

And then he fell unconscious, not noticing that Soundwave had already his audios covered as his mate sung like a mermaid, hypnotising everyone around to do her will. Then she looked up at him and he nodded; walking towards the now unconscious mech, he placed his hands on his leader's head and sighed before starting.

"Be gentle, love," Echo tried and he only smirked...

... Megatron was vulnerable now and all theirs.

...

"No... Megatron... Please... Don't do this!" Begged a terrified and naked Elita One beneath him with tears already running from her beautiful blue optics.

"Elita... I will make love to you..." He purred before learning against her, holding her tightly, kissed her deeply and then, eased his spike in her.

The femme cried and continued begging him to stop, to pull out...

...but there was a problem...

Why was he, Megatron in the bottom? And... Frag! His...valve...?...hurt?!

Dread filled his spark as he cried with a distinctive feminine voice, trying to release himself from the weight that pinned him from above...

"Relax, Elita... I only want to make love to you..."

His optics widened... That was his own voice!

"Elita..." He purred above him again and once again dread filled his/her? spark.

"What's happening?!" He demanded, but the brute from above only took his pleasure from his/her body.

His spark filled with dread now started filling itself with terror and the words: "This isn't happening... No, not with him! This... He's my sire!"

Days passed, and Megatron never tired from her, in fact, sometimes he took her more than once, locked her in his quarters, chained to his berth, naked and vulnerable...

...but she could only cry, cry her beloved's name, cry for Primus to come and save her.

But no one came, and the bastard continued raping her night after night, day after day, trying to break her down...

It reminded him his days in the gladiator pits... But this was somehow far worse.

...

Megatron yelped as his optics onlined fully. Condensation running all over his body as he grasped for air.

"Shhh... Shhh... Its ok, Megatron... It was just a nightmare," Echo's sweet voice said soothingly as he shook madly.

It didn't seemed like a nightmare... It was an almost live experience!

She caressed his face and looked at him with those sweet optics that broke him down... And then he hugged her while still shaking.

"Don't leave me, Echo... Never... Don't you dare to abandon me!" He said making her grimace and look up at her now livid -but silent- mate who send her a message:

:"I was too gentle with him, next time I won't be":

She only sighed and caressed Megatron's panels trying to soothe his fears. He failed to notice Soundwave behind him, and that was a good thing; he must not suspect about their doings...

...but he was growing angrier by the second as his leader seek comfort from HIS mate, HIS Echo!

"What did you dream about?" Echo decided to ask, hoping to soothe her mate's anger. At least it had worked and Megatron appeared to be none the wiser, her mate would be able to do this again.

"I...," he panted heavily, optics a little wild as he tried to process what had happened. He could barely comprehend it, he had never had such a dream before. It was one thing to dream of his past or things he witnessed, quite another to come up with such a vivid nightmare.

"Elita...she was...," he muttered, so confused...and disturbed by his nightmare that he answered automatically. "I was...with her, in the berth...except...I was her!"

His optics widened as he said in disbelief. "I was her, I experienced everything she did, including...what I did to her."

Echo's optics widened, if that was Wave being gentle, then she wasn't sure she wanted to know what harsh was. She continued stroking his head gently as she said.

"I'm sorry that happened, but I think it probably means something, don't you think?"

"What could it mean?" he asked, trying to get the image of being raped by...himself. Frag it, what was wrong with him?

"You want to protect your daughter," she said carefully, she really didn't want this to blow up. "You don't want her to get hurt, you never have."

He stared at her as she quickly continued. "Remember when she was first brought here? You didn't let anyone hurt her or force themselves on her."

"No," he said softly. "I wanted her for myself."

She paused before asking. "But why her? Why did you want her so much?"

"It would hurt Prime," he said immediately before adding a little begrudgingly. "And it made my Spark..."

"Your Spark reacted," she finished for him, wanting to help him along. "Your Spark recognised your daughter and wanted her near."

"She wants nothing to do with me," he growled bitterly. "Or Arcee, it's too late."

"It's not too late," Echo said earnestly. She was sure that if he truly believed there was no hope of reconciliation with his family, he'd grow a lot more unstable. "I'm sure Elita wants to talk with you, just give her a chance."

"And Arcee?" he questioned.

"I'm not sure," she said honestly. "But I know that this is a hard and confusing time for her right now, she's just become a full femme, that means she'll be experiencing emotional upheavals and the changes to her body won't help..."

"Changes?" he repeated with a frown.

"Yes," she said, glancing at both him and Soundwave. "Remember, when we reach our final upgrade, our...well, equipment starts to activate. It's the same for Mechs, isn't it?"

"Affirmative," her mate agreed. "My lord, remember when you become a Mech?"

Megatron frowned, that had been a long time ago but then his optics widened as he remembered just what had happened. The nights where it had felt like his body was on fire, the desperate need for release, the smell of...

"Primus," he said, face screwed with disbelief. "If she was still with Thundercracker..."

"I don't think Elita would have allowed that," Echo said with a small smile. She knew the young femme had a crush on the handsome Seeker, now, that would have caused a few upsets. "And I doubt Prime will allow her to occupy a room that isn't with her creators or another femme."

"He better not," growled Megatron, distracted by the notion that his enemy might be failing in his duties as a Sire.

"I'm sure he isn't," she said soothingly. "Why don't you call them later, ask how Elita and Arcee are. Show them what a good Sire you are."

"Perhaps," he said, looking rather uncertain.

"Please try," she said. "I think you'll be surprised."

He didn't look terribly convinced but he did nod. "Very well."

She smiled and he saw it and smiled too.

"You really are sweet," he sighed, resting his head against her again. "So sweet."

"Thank you," she said with a small sigh.

"Affirmative," Soundwave murmured as Megatron muttered. "You've got good instincts Soundwave, you picked the best one."

"I know," the blue Mech said rather smugly as his leader settled down, no doubt wanting to forget what he'd thought about. But Soundwave had ensured that if he thought about Elita in a sexual sense, he'd remember that nightmare.

He hadn't spent loads of time in the grey Mech's mind, he'd simply followed a thread related to Elita and constructed that hellish nightmare. But he had seen enough to know that Megatron's mind was in turmoil and very unstable. Now, Megatron's mind had never been the epitome of calm and order, there was too much anger in his past for that but it had been considerably more organised. Megatron had been a lot more controlled, it was rare that he completely lost it and acted utterly irrational, now however, it was hard to catch him in a completely sane moment.

Soundwave didn't think he could fix Megatron's mind, all he could do was help sort it out a bit, the Decepticon warlord would have to do the rest.

...

"I believe we are not far from Cybertron," Skyfire announced as they made a detour around a ringed planet.

"Great, that was some journey," Streamfire sighed heavily, she was getting a little anxious about her brother and his impending sparkling.

So far, nothing dramatic had happened, everything was going pretty smoothly. They'd even been able to hitch a ride with a Marlalise ship which had graciously taken them a good chunk of the way. In return, Skyfire had regaled them with stories of his adventures, the Marlalise were a very academic species and always loved a good yarn. Thankfully, the former explorer was a good orator and the Minibot sized species were well satisfied.

"Don't worry," he said soothingly. "One of the things we are going to do is set up proper communications between Earth and Cybertron. Elita will be able to talk to her forces and organise more Energon collection."

"They certainly need it," Streamfire said earnestly, that was one reason she'd teamed up with a femme who was technically the enemy. But she had not been able to stand by and let Cybertronians starve so she had become an aid worker. She knew the Energon Megatron had been sending was helping the situation a bit but there was still so much more to be done.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently.

"Just wondering about Starscream," she admitted. "He might have had his sparkling already, I feel like I'm missing everything."

"You will see it," he assured her. "But if I know anything about Starscream, it'll be that he'll be celebrating for the next few cycles."

"In another words, he'll be boasting," she said, a grin in her voice. "And be utterly unbearable."

"Well, I think a new father has every right to be," chuckled Skyfire."It's a proud moment, bringing a new life into the world."

"Mm," she agreed. "One day that'll be me."

She left out the word 'we', their relationship was still new and she didn't know yet if it would last. Only time would tell, especially as she didn't feel ready for a sparkling quite yet. There was so much she wanted to do before committing herself to a child.

"Of course," the large Mech beside her said. "Now remember, you'll need to assist me when we enter Cybertron space, it's been a very long time since I've been there. I don't know the Autobot/Decepticon territories."

"I'll keep you straight," Streamfire assured him. "It's a big of a mess but once you get used to it, you'll be fine."

"I hope so," he said wryly as they flew on.

...

"Another call from the Nemesis," Optimus told his mate who frowned.

"Megatron again?" she questioned and he nodded.

"We should take it," she sighed. "In case it's important."

"Hmm," he grumbled, remembering the last time Megatron had called.

"You could always tell him about Arcee," she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"That might be amusing," he mused thoughtfully. "It certainly makes me uncomfortable."

"Because she's your little femme?" she questioned, smiling.

"Yes," he admitted, she knew him so well. "A son probably wouldn't be so hard. I'm just glad that she isn't still on the Nemesis, I would not trust her among all those Mechs when she is going through...you know."

"So am I," Elita agreed. "It would be far too tempting for them to take advantage of such a new femme."

Her mate resisted the urge to growl, with his daughter in such a delicate state, he was feeling extremely protective. It wasn't easy, he had to keep himself from intimidating his own Mechs whenever they interfaced with Arcee or even just resided in the same room as her. This was new father territory for him and he just hoped he could handle it well, he didn't want to hurt anyone.

"Indeed," he murmured as they reached Teletran One where Bluestreak was waiting.

"All yours," he said with a salute before leaving to give them some privacy.

"If he upsets you again, I will be having words," Optimus said darkly before allowing Teletran One to connect them.

To their surprise, they were greeted by the beaming Darklight who held a little bundle in her arms. Starscream stood beside her, looking extremely pleased with himself.

"We've had a daughter," Darklight practically squealed, looking very tried but happy.

"A Seeker," Starscream added, in case they couldn't guess.

"Congratulations," Elita exclaimed, this was wonderful news. "Does the little one have a name yet?"

"Falere," Darklight said, drawing back the blanket a little so they could see the sleeping face. Already, she looked very pretty and Elita could see why they were both so happy, she also looked healthy. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"She is," Elita agreed as Optimus said. "Well done Darklight, you've created a perfect little femme."

"I know," the other femme said excitedly. "I never thought she'd be this..."

Unable to come up with a word to describe what she really felt, she just trailed off with a grin. Their happiness was contagious and Elita and Optimus were smiling widely.

"How are things with you?" Darklight asked eagerly.

"Well, it's funny you've called," Elita said, giving her mate a sly look. "You've just had a newborn femme while mine is going through the 'change'."

"Ooh, I remember that," Darklight said with a wicked grin. "Hey Prime, you'd better watch out or some dastardly Seeker might carry her off."

"Then I'll have to shoot them down," Optimus said calmly, making both femmes laugh as Starscream shifted. Even though he was in no danger, he was still affected by the fact a very powerful Mech had a daughter who was experiencing sexual awakening. No Mech wanted to tangle with an angry Sire, especially not one who was also a Prime.

"Arcee is awakening?" a new voice demanded and Megatron suddenly appeared, he had been lurking just out of sight.

"Yes, she is," Elita said, trying not to let all the happiness seep out of her at the sight of Megatron.

"It was time already," He said stepping in front of the console. Both Starscream and Darklight allowed him with no little signs of nervousness.

The warlord then looked at his counterpart and said darkly: "You better watch her as a good sire, Prime, I don't want to find out my grandchild was taken advantage from."

"You don't need to threaten me, Megatron; I would shoot anyone who dares," The Prime answered just as darkly.

"Well then, make sure no one catches her now until her heat is over," Megatron almost growled and Optimus grimaced.

"I will kill anyone who dares to lay a finger on her... With or WITHOUT consent," Optimus threatened and again Starscream shivered...

...one day he would be like that when his daughter reaches maturity...

...why Darklight hadn't given him a son? It would have been so much easier to deal with! But he still loves his daughter nonetheless.

"You better..." Growled at him Megatron. "I don't want to find out she's carrying at such early state because you failed as a father for her!"

"I will not fail her!" Bit back the Prime.

They growled at each other for a while before the Decepticon leader asked: "And where is she now?"

"Asleep," Elita answered quickly. "She's tired from all this process and..." She trailed off.

"And all the overloads she had to force from her body in order to cool it off because of the desperate need for release?" Darklight continued -not very- helpfuly but with a big grin.

Both Megatron and the Prime frowned at her darkly and shot her glares.

"Primus I remember when I've matured... If I didn't had my fingers in me, it was-" She started but Starscream covered her mouth not really wishing to hear more. Besides, the two powerful and dangerous leaders from both factions didn't seemed to approve little Arcee wasn't so 'little' anymore.

"Right!" Elita continued for her. "She said it... Is the situation."

That only made Megatron growl more.

"You better keep an optic... OR both on her, Prime! Or else..."

"I will, Megatron. I won't allow my daughter to do something when she's not conscious of her acts."

"You better," Threatened again darkly the leader.

Elita looked at both males look at each other dangerously but from a different situation this time: Megatron was worried Optimus would not protect Arcee, and Optimus had to prove he can protect Arcee.

She sighed with a smile she couldn't help but show up and could have cared less to hide it.

...

"Ohh...!" Arcee cried as her heat attacked her again... JUST when she decided to have a walk on the beach!

"Frag...!" She cursed bending down. Her panel heated up and valve demanding attention as well.

Her mother had given her some toys in order to help her get release, but so far they were... Not filling her expectations or desires... She wanted more!

Besides, none of those little fake spikes were long or thick enough to break her seal and just barely reached or caressed it, still stimulating her ceiling node. It was frustrating because she still felt that she needed to pass that thing, that behind it was the real button that would sate her completely!

But her mother refused to give her something more substantial.

She laid on the sand and opened her panel, lubricants run freely from within her, tickling her and cooling down with the soft and fresh breeze. She gasped as she started touching herself, playing with her external node and eventually inserting her fingers in her soaked valve.

The once little femme groaned at the feeling, also secretly glad no one was around.

But she had a witness who couldn't help but stare with a hanging jaw how the once cute femmling -now gorgeous femme- wiggled her hips in desperation for more contact. From here he can even see her swollen valve lips and how they embraced and sucked deep her little fingers while copiously lubricating.

His spike started protesting at the lack of action and he couldn't help but think: 'She would get nowhere with such little fingers that can barely tease her into overload!'

A strange feeling, a supposed 'hero duty' assaulted him... He had to help her...

Hypnotised with that thought, he slowly walked towards her, not noticing how her potent scent was helping in clouding her common sense. The pink femme groaned as she touched herself but so far went nowhere; but when a big shadow engulfed her form, her glassy, full of lust optics onlined...

...but she only spread her legs wider for the newcomer, a sweet smile decorating those beautiful features as her hips danced, trying to get something from her little fingers.

He knelt between them and touched her knees making her groan, then descended his hands down her inner thighs towards that little hand between them... And her soft, untouched entrance rim.

Arcee gasped and he gently pulled out her fingers before replacing them with his own middle one making her gasp again. He couldn't help it and bent down and kissed her passionately. She startled at the beginning, but then allowed him to guide her, to explore, to dominate her...

"Ohh... Thundercracker... Yes... Ooooh..." She moaned as he suckled on her neck and caressed her heated body greedily while still pumping his finger in and out... Then inserted another and she whined and felt paralysed for a moment before moaning again as her hips resumed their movements.

Three fingers, and the blue seeker's spike already throbbed hard, now out from its hiding place...

...soon, soon he would claim this femme... Soon his spike would break her seal... Yes...

Her musical moans were driving him mad with lust just as her scent and... Well, everything from her! He only wants to ravish her all!

"Arcee..." He purred in his deep tone causing her to shiver in delight as he stretched her with four fingers in her, preparing her for the main act.

He kissed her and gently pulled out his fingers, but before she can protest, the tip of his big spike nudged at her entrance.

She wiggled her aft again in impatience and he pushed the head in... Both gasped at the sensations and Arcee felt how her body burned like hell when he entered her... As if activating something deep within her!

The handsome seeker male groaned at her tightness but continued pushing himself until her resistance stopped him...

"Break it! Break it TC... just break it!" She thrashed desperately trying to get him deeper, but he only kissed her and suckled on her neck before purring in her audio:

"That was my first intention..."

"Ooh then do it!" She groaned in impatience again.

She was really in the peak of her heat to say that... After all, a seal breaking hurts!

What a stupidity, to make such useless thing so sensitive.

He rubbed it with the tip if his spike for a little while before thrusting softly in and out from her without breaking it but still pushing against it. The femme beneath him cried and moaned in utter pleasure but still needed him buried deep within her...

...until with a final, hard thrust, he broke through it.

The femme screamed and then moaned as that perfect, ridged and awesome spike finally, FINALLY stimulated her deep and before neglected sensors as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Oooohh...ooooooOhh TC... more... More!" She wiggled her hips against him again trying to get him to move as he enjoyed her tightness around himself.

He growled in an almost feral manner, she was so tight that he thought his spike was stuck. Besides, it felt so good to be engulfed like that, all that wonderful warmth squeezing him so well. Arcee moaned loudly, she wanted him to move so she could feel more of those intense sensations. Having his spike inside was pretty good but him actually moving would be even better.

"Come on...move!" she demanded, giving his broad chest a smack.

"In a moment," he told her sternly, her valve needed some time to accommodate him comfortably before he could start moving. Even though he was lost in the lust a femme in heat produces, he had enough of his senses to know that if he started thrusting like a madman straight away, then he would damage the delicate valve he was currently in. And that was something he definitely didn't want to do, above all, he wanted to protect and help this femme, not cause her pain.

"But I want you now," she whined, trying to wiggle her hips some more but she was so tight, it barely made a difference.

"Patience," he hushed as she was starting to become almost tearful in frustration. He gently kissed her, offering her some comfort which she gratefully accepted.

"Please," she begged, looking up at him with watery optics.

He gently stroked her face before saying. "Okay."

She instantly perked up as he started to slowly move, carefully building up speed as he found less and less resistance to his thrusts. Her moans of pleasure only encouraged him to continue and soon she was almost shrieking with pleasure as her nodes were hit again and again. However, since this was her first time, it did not take long at all for her to reach overload and she screamed as it hit her. And not long after, Thundercracker also hit overload, she had just been too tight for him to draw anything out and he pumped hard into her.

The no longer virgin groaned as she was filled with his hot load, that felt so good, just what she needed. How come her mother had no recommended this?

"Uhh," Thundercracker groaned, trying not to slump and crush the beautiful femme beneath him.

"Wow," she said in amazement. "That was..."

"Hmm," he grunted before pulling out and letting out a sigh of relief as he settled on his back beside her. She'd made a loud noise of protest at this action but he really needed to rest after that.

Arcee pouted at him before deciding to rest against him, she was feeling a little overwhelmed and needed a bit of a rest too. The horrible burning ache had decreased to more of a throb so she felt a lot better than she had before. However, her body was still giving off pheromones meaning it wasn't long until her handsome Seeker started to feel rather aroused again.

"You're so big," Arcee said admiringly, giving his ego a rather considerably boost.

Pushing herself up a bit, she stared at it in wonder, currently, it was only half stiff. She leaned forward and couldn't resist touching it, jumping as it gave a little twitch.

"Careful," Thundercracker said warningly. "That's a Mech's most delicate equipment."

She just gave him a sly look that made heat pool in his groin.

"So...what does a Mech do with his equipment?" she asked, trying not to giggle.

"Treat it with great respect," he told her with a low rumble.

"You'd better show me," she teased, her hand snaking towards it again.

His hand shot out and grabbed her, not hard but nonetheless firmly. Meeting her optics, he said sternly.

"I will but you must do everything I say."

"Of course," she giggled.

Guiding her hand to his member, he gently showed her how to grip it. Then how to stroke it, how to move her hand up and down while squeezing it until the spike was stiff once more. She was amazed to see how big it grew, it was hard to believe that had gone inside of her.

"You can also use your mouth on it," he told her and she nodded eagerly.

However, the ache between her legs was growing again, causing her to moan and squirm.

"Thunder, I think I need you again," she moaned.

"I...," he began with a small frown, starting to come to his senses again. "I'm not sure."

"I need you," she said a bit more fiercely, climbing on top of him and looming over the Seeker. "Take me now!"

He opened his mouth but her heat was affecting him again, when a femme focused her desires, it was extremely hard to resist. Swallowing heavily, all he could do was nod and she smiled in victory. He was all hers.

...

"There's my little girl," Optimus said with a smile as he entered the femme wash room.

"Hmm?" Arcee said sleepily, she'd almost fallen asleep in the tub. "Oh...hey daddy."

"How are you feeling?" he asked, coming over and bending down to kiss her.

Even though she was his by adoption, he could still easily resist her heat. Raising her from practically a newborn sparkling, he was her Sire in every way that mattered. And there was no way he was going to allow anyone to take advantage of his little girl.

"Better," she told him, she looked exhausted.

"I know it's hard and very tiring," he said sympathetically. "But you'll get through this and once it's over, you'll feel so good. And when you're older, you'll be able to start courting."

"Daddy," she pouted. "You never want me to court."

"Of course I do, darling," he assured her. "There's just no rush."

"Don't you want grandchildren?" she asked slyly.

"You know I do but you're too young for children," he told her. "You should enjoy yourself before you settle down. Things change once you have a little one around."

She considered this before asking. "Was it a big change for you and mama?"

"Yes but we loved it," he said, stroking her head gently. "We were young and inexperienced, regardless of that fact, we still wanted you very much. However, we still had some time between becoming adults and finding you. It's a precious time, especially in war, you need to enjoy it darling."

"I will daddy," she promised him.

He nodded approvingly before saying. "Were you outside earlier?"

"Yeah, I needed a walk," she admitted.

"You should be careful about going outside," he told her. "I don't want any Mech, bot or con trying to take advantage of you."

"I'm careful," she protested, trying not to feel guilty.

"Regardless, I'd feel better knowing you were with someone, like a femme or me," he told her. "You're vulnerable, sweet spark, even Megatron knows that."

She stiffened at the mention of her grandfather.

"He doesn't care," she said bitterly.

"Actually, he cares almost as much as I do about this," he corrected gently. "Despite what he's done, he wants you to remain safe and your seal protected."

She held out a gasp at the mention of that...

...her seal was long gone now and she was happy about it; such useless membrane that mech somehow way overvalued.

However, her father doesn't needs to know that... Nor her grandfather it seems... They might kill TC and she wasn't keen on letting her lover to depart to Primus without helping her pleasure anymore.

"Why is the seal so important?" She couldn't help to ask.

Her father smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "Its more a cultural thing, sweetspark, an untouched femme, without anyone ever hurting her or...ehm...filling her with his essence, is something very valuable."

"Yes, but why? It seems useless for me."

"Its not; it protects your most delicate insides... Umm... You should ask Ratchet, he might explain you better.

She pouted at him at his lack from a good answer.

"Why do you want to break it?" Her father suddenly asked her and she almost jumped.

"B-because...well... I feel there's something behind it burning me and that needs to be touched," She said sheepishly.

He nodded and hugged her.

"I know sweetspark... Those are the nodes that stimulates your reproductive chamber... If you break your seal now while in heat, they will activate and you would go mad with interfacing desire... Because the urges would force you to mate to...reproduce. You won't be able to think clearly."

But however as he thought he heard him and his speech, he just found she'd fell asleep.

The Prime sighed and took her up in arms and settled her on her berth, covered her with a blanked and walked away not before kissing her forehead again.

He sighed again. She was right, he would not let her be courted so easily.

...

Megatron kissed softly Echo's face and neck as she gasped and moaned for him as he liked her do as he enjoyed being within her without moving.

"Megatron..." Her sweet voice mewled as he dominated her from behind. She was on her belly and him on her aft, taking her precious valve from behind. He felt bigger and her passage tighter like this.

In the room was also Soundwave, tightening his fists in rage as he had to watch how his beloved mate had to act for the fragger, no matter he wasn't hurting her and 'making love' to her... It was still rape.

This time when he reaches for his mind again, he won't be gentle, he would make his leader cry!

"Oh!" Cried his mate, causing him to return to his senses only to watch the warlord move his aft up and down as he thrust gently, but firmly in his sweet Echo.

Three overloads later, three in which he pumped his full load in the poor femme, it took him three times to feel sated and purr like a well fed kitten on her chest, asking her to sing again as he remained inside her...

...and being completely vulnerable again for the telepath's attack...

...the very enraged telepath.

Seeing her mate's state, Echo send him a message: :"Don't be harsh on him... Please, Wave?":

His only answer was a grunt as he went for his head and placed both hands on each side... Then started.

...

His back burned... But what hurt the most was her pride...

Wait... Did he said "her"?

Megatron gasped once again as her optics onlined and found 'herself' on her knees, sucking on a big, throbbing and hard spike as the owner -with his hands on her head- forced her to take the whole thing in, chocking her as the massive rod was pushed through her throat...

But then he looked up with watery optics towards his attacker... And shocked himself to find HIMSELF again there.

"Take it all, you whore!" He said as the poor old femme was forced to obey...

..but she was getting tired from it...

...so she bit him hard, causing him to roar in pain, push her away and then beat her hard against her face.

"How dare you!" The best roared before grabbing her by the neck and continued beating her.

Ivory's spark was filled in terror as the huge monster assaulted her... But she won't beg him to let her go this time...

...that only lead him to frag her harder, even using her aft if he wanted to torture her more...

...which he seemed to want to do now as he forced her onto her front and pierced her delicate port from behind.. Without even lubbing it this time.

The femme shrieked in pain as he mercilessly fragged her from that hole that wasn't made to be touched by such manner as he delighted himself in her humiliation and the blood that it spilled the abused hole to try and lubricate his brutal bangs.

She cursed at him as he tore her in half -or so she thought- before he came inside her, spilling his burning seed in her.

Megatron pulled out watching her shake and cry in humiliation more than in pain. Her aft gaped and burned and bleed...and spilled out his load to his delight.

"I hate you..." She hissed nastily to him.

"The feeling is mutual," Said his double as he beat her again but this time thrust his member in her unprepared valve, in which he fragged her like a mad mech, hearing her scream and seeing her thrash against him...

...but then something disturbed his spark... Or was it Ivory's spark?

A tiny, barely there feeling of something, someone hugging its' mother's spark in fear, horror and misery... It cried with her as its' carrier busied herself in cursing her rapist.

'Mama... Mama...?' It cried and Megatron was able to feel its' tears of sorrow and impotence as its' mother was raped. 'Mama... I love you... Mama?'

The femme shrieked when he came within her and the spark felt the rush of his transfluid filling her, helping her body to create for his body...

...a body it didn't wanted, not if his mother was going to suffer for it. It didn't wanted to abandon its' sweet mommy, but it knew that if it stayed she would only hurt more by this beast...

No, this was no place for this newspark.

It hugged its' mother's spark again and cried with her: 'love you mommy...'

She felt it extinguish and gasped, still not knowing what it was, her sparkling... A feeling of utter hate towards the sire filled her very core...

And she repeated the words: "I hate you!" with a dangerous hiss.

And he also repeated: "The feeling is mutual." But this time, instead of fragging her, he beat her down harshly, kicked her fiercely until she fell unconscious...

...and the liquid protoform forming inside her destroyed itself and her chamber purged it.

The sparkling was officially gone... And his spark clenched in utter hate for himself, at what he did to that poor old -but proud- femme carrying his heir without knowing...

...his spark burned and ached with a pain he'd never felt before, pulling him into a deep, dark vortex he couldn't escape...

Did he want to? It looked so alluring... No Megatron's there... Only deep and pure darkness... Eternal rest...

...and torment as his spark twisted again making him roar, scream and cry for help...

"Nooo... Please...don't...uhhh! It hurts! It fragging hurts! Help!"

...

He gasped as he pulled out from Echo and his horrible nightmare...

He still felt a phantom echo from the pains from his back, mouth, aft and... Valve? He have no valve...right?

But his spark's pain was the worst of them all... It still twisted inside of him, making him feel guilty for his child's death... An innocent life gone... And Ivory... He'd simply lashed all his anger and frustrations on her...

...as the senators who paid for his services did back in Kaon and the arena when they mercilessly took him by the aft and rejoiced themselves in his cries...

…he did the same to her... A femme who had a sterile, old mate but lovely nonetheless and that allowed her to be inseminated so they could get a proper family...

Megatron didn't know where those thoughts came from but only worked to make him feel worse.

He cried brokenly on the shocked femme's chest... And she looked at her mate with a frown asking him what he did.

His answer was: :"I wasn't so gentle this time...but still not harsh enough to make him leave you alone.:"

She sighed, how long was it going to take until Megatron left her alone? He wasn't a bad lover, she could see him giving the right femme a lot of pleasure but that femme most definitely wasn't her. But her caring nature prompted her to offer him some comfort and stroked his head soothingly.

"It's alright Megatron," she said gently.

His fists bawled up and his whole frame shook violently. As well as crying, he almost made snarling growling noises, he wasn't used to being so emotional. But perhaps it showed he wasn't quite the monster he'd been playing recently.

"Can't be true," he muttered to himself, twisting his legs together as phantom pain continued to plague him. "Cannot."

"Hush," Echo said gently before looking up as a whimper was heard.

"Oh," she said, her daughter must have woken up and now wanted fed. "Wave, would you mind?"

Soundwave nodded and went to get their sparkling, picking her up and offering her comfort. He then brought her over to Echo who happily took her, with Soundwave standing really close. Aoide started to feed from her mother, settling down as she always did. Both parents were very proud of their daughter, she was the perfect sparkling. Megatron very slowly calmed down but he still looked rather traumatised.

He watched the little sparkling for a bit before reached out a hand. Soundwave tensed and a very low growl sounded in his throat but Megatron didn't seem to notice. He lightly stroked the sparkling's back before retracting his hand. Aoide let out a small purr at the gesture but simply continued feeding, that was all she cared about. Echo saw the pain and guilt in Megatron's face, making her wonder what her mate had done to him this done. But she didn't feel like asking so she simply hummed a little as her sparkling fed.

"My lord," Soundwave suddenly said and his leader looked up.

"Will we be sending any shipments to Cybertron?" he questioned.

Megatron blinked at him before rubbing at his face.

"I don't know if we have enough to spare," he sighed heavily. "Not unless we do a big raid."

"Perhaps," his TIC suggested. "The Autobot inventor and his mate could be ransomed for Energon. The Autobots will be keen to get them both back."

This caused Megatron to frown.

"Moonracer is a valuable asset, especially carrying Skywarp's child," he reminded the telepath. "She should remain here with Skywarp and we should look to retrieve Firestar. They shouldn't be separated from their sparkling."

"As you wish," Soundwave intoned, his leader was obviously not keen on any sire being away from their child. Understandable, given his history but he doubted either femme wished to be on this base, even if they had to be apart from their loved ones.

"You know," Echo said gently. "If you released Wheeljack unharmed, it would please Elita a lot.

Stroking his head, she said. "For a good supply of Energon, you wouldn't have to go on so many raids."

"Hmm," he mumbled in acknowledgement. "I will give it consideration."

"Thank you," she said honestly. She hoped he would consider letting Wheeljack go, every cycle that he remained meant Megatron was far more likely to let loose his rage on him. Of course, that would leave Moonracer here without her mate but she knew that Skywarp would look after her. Besides, receiving that Energon would mean her mate and his children were in a lot less danger which was absolutely fine by her.

Soundwave wondered how Skywarp would react to his proposal. He knew the Seeker was contemplating setting free both of his mates so Moonracer would be safe and happy. But Megatron would be furious if they both escaped, making it a very difficult decision. However, he would navigate it and ensure that no matter what, his family came out on top.

Author's note. Can Megatron be cured of his madness or will he only get worse? What about the femmes in his harem, how do they fair? And how long can Arcee keep her secret? Find out next time, until then.