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.

11. Chapter 11

Author's note. Sorry for such a long wait, extra long chapter for everyone.

Written by me and the-writing-mew.

Enjoy and please review.

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"I'm bored," a femme named Stargazer complained, flopped on a pillow with the others.

"You don't need to fly," Slipstream said darkly, her wings giving another twitch. "If I don't see some sky soon, I swear I'm going to go insane."

"How do Seekers cope with space ships?" Nightbird queried, watching as Blackarchania once again tinkered with the old femme named Ivory. No one had any idea what she had been like, Megatron never told them anything about them and of course, they never saw the other Decepticons. They were a little surprised that none had tried to enter but it seemed the grey Mech was powerful enough to keep them away.

"We've got view ports to look out of," the femme seeker stated with a wave of her hand. "It helps a lot, especially with deep space travel. But this...I'm going stir crazy."

"So what are you gonna do?" the darkly coloured femme asked. "Ask Megatron for a flight?"

Slipstream made a face, glancing down at her scantily clad body.

"Guess I'll have to before this gets too far down the line," she heavily sighed. "Maybe if I suck him off or something, he'll let me go out for a bit."

"Would you make a run for it?" Stargazer couldn't help but ask.

"Well...it is tempting," Slipstream admitted. "But I dunno what I'd do, pretty trapped on this planet, aren't I?"

"Go to the Autobots?" Blackarachnia muttered, flexing fingers. "They'd probably take you in."

"Go to my enemies?" Slipstream said with a raised brow. "Oh yeah, that's what I sighed up for when I came to Earth."

"Hey, how likely is the Prime to set up his own Harem," the other shot back. "At worst you'd be a prisoner of war who isn't getting fragged in the aft every other cycle."

Slipstream shrugged.

"Guess you've got a point," she mused. "But it still feels weird to even think about it."

"This is weird," Nightbird grumbled, wishing she still had her weapons so she could at least do some practise, anything to relieve the boredom to just lying around. "And it's just..."

The door suddenly opened and all the femmes fell instantly silent at the arrival of the Mech who'd forced them in here. He came in and the door shut behind him, surveying all of them with an unreadable expression. They all tensed, were they in for another painful fragging session?

"Has Ivory shown any improvement?" he rasped out, directing his gaze at Blackarachnia.

"No my lord," she said softly. "Not yet."

His face tightened and he nodded.

The spider tensed more as he never stopped looking at the old femme; but knowing that he knew what she was doing startled her. An odd feeling of dread filled her spark.

But then he nodded again. That means he would leave her alone as she worked on the old femme, right?

"My lord...?" She tried but he only said:

"Let me know any advances on her."

"Yes sir," She said hesitantly before watching her lord take a sit on the soft pillows.

"I'm tense," He grumbled, but no femme came towards him, so scared as they were.

Then Slipstream grabbed Nightbird and another femme named Flamewar and ordered them to give their leader a massage as she took care of his thing.

"My lord..." The seeker femme purred crawling towards him on the pillows like a feline as the other two started massaging his shoulders and back. "May I help you with...this?" She said seductively opening his spike cover, taking the phallus in hand and licked teasingly the head.

The warlord smirked at her and growled in approval.

Slipstream smirked as well before suckling on the head softly then licking the whole length, feeling against her glossia every ridge and bump his weapon had...

...sadly she had such bad memories about it, if things had been different, this thing, in another time would have given her immense pleasure.

Her valve tightened and lubed at the thought and she moaned with the spike deeply buried in her mouth causing her lord to growl approvingly again and caress her wings softly...

'That is new,' Slipstream thought as he continued, but she enjoyed the touch and arched her back and wings towards his hands until these ones directed themselves towards her aft...

She tensed, but lifted her aft higher for him.

Megatron's smirk widened as he caressed the soft rim of the delicate port and felt how the owner tensed... But then he lowered his hand towards her valve instead and dipped a finger in...

The seeker moaned sending a low vibration towards his spike... But then he was pushing her head away. She looked up at him in confusion, but he only made her turn around on her belly, made her rise her aft a little and...

She tensed again when his head rubbed the entrance of her aft... But then went lower... Towards her soaked valve and eased his whole length in...

The seeker moaned loudly. "My lord... Yesss...!"

"You like this?" he growled in her audio and she nodded trying to wiggle her aft.

"My lord is so good...so big... stretches me so wide...so goood...uhh...!" She praised him... And he liked it and bit down her neck before starting with his thrusts causing the dominated seeker to moan louder.

"So wet Slipstream..." He said as he picked up his pace.

For once she seemed to be enjoying herself causing the other femmes to wiggle and cross their legs tightly at the erotic sight.

Slipstream flushed and groaned in want as her valve lubed more than ever... She was right, when he was in a good mood, that thing can feel good!

"Ohh... Ohhh...!" She was close... But suddenly, he pulled out.

She turned and looked at him... But before she can utter a sound, he had her on her back and she spread her legs wider for him.

Megatron admired her soaked and well used valve for a moment before pushing back his spike in her.

The femme groaned and hugged his neck as he rammed his phallus in her like a madmech, hitting directly her ceiling node causing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

Nightbird and Flamewar had an opticfull of the massive spike between wild thrusts to the aqua coloured valve, and both flushed... And then it tightened and her owner howled in bliss closely followed by Megatron's loud roar and the valve squirting out some of his cum.

The lovers panted and gasped in post coital bliss, then Megatron pulled out leaving behind the debauched femme on her back.

"Good femme..." He purred before grabbing Nightbird by the neck and forced her to lick his spike clean.

After a while, Slipstream recovered herself and decided to ask: "My lord, so good and generous... You Know I'm a seeker.. And my kin needs to fly sometimes...? I was wondering if you, in your most magnanimous being, would allow me out for a few minutes -with escort of course- so my wings would taste the winds again?"

After that overload Megatron felt quite generous, especially after seeing and feeling her overload around him.

"Yes, Slipstream... I think you deserve a... Reward for your services," He purred while caressing her face with the back of his hand and enjoying the suckles Nightbird gave his spike.

Hours later Slipstream was given a tiny armour that barely covered her assets as Megatron himself guided her out towards the platform... And she gasped and sighed in relief feeling the winds caressing her wings.

"Fly, my bird. I want to see you dance in the skies."

Slipstream grinned and obeyed, from time to time watching her leader enjoy her moves in the air... And she was sure he may want to frag her again after this.

She grimaced at the thought. One good frag doesn't replace a thousand rapes in both aft and valve, and now her cell mates' idea of flying away seemed... Alluring.

After all, who said that she would be in the Prime's harem if she shared some secrets to be treated well? Besides, she needed to contact her commander and inform her that they were all lied to and enslaved as sex slaves.

With that thought in mind she powered her thrusters with more strength and pushed herself away barrel rolling...

...and when Megatron noticed, ad tried to chase and shot at her, it was too late, she was too far away from him now.

He would be furious, but she would be away from his ire now.

Night fell and she reach a deep forest; she was tired and with cold, but found a nice spot in which to rest getting some organic thing to get her warm. It was hours later when she woke up again hearing seeker engines near. She tensed... How did that fragger find her?!

Hiding herself better under her organic blanket she watched Thundercracker land and look around...

...but as she started tensing and her spark beating harder...

A loud squeal sounded, closely followed by a pink lightning crushing itself against the blue seeker's frame and then...

"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" The hiding seeker said watching the once little femme and Megatron's granddaughter kiss the handsome blue seeker... And him kissing her back and hugging her tight against his frame.

Slipstream watched amazed and in awe how the pair passionately made love and how the much older seeker obeyed her when she demanded him for more.

"Poor Thundercracker... She will leave him dry... and she might end up with... Oh!" She gasped in the end.

It wasn't safe for such young femme to get pregnant so soon and even less during her first heat.

"More TC... I need more..." Arcee whined as the mech beneath her tried to catch his breath again, so she went for his spike and pumped it trying to get it to harden again...

"Calm down kiddo, you don't want to kill your lover so soon right?" Slipstream came out from her hiding place causing Arcee and Thundercracker to react and the latter to wrap a protective arm around her before pointing his gun at the new arrival.

Slipstream rolled her optics. "Come on, she'd just drained you out, you cannot even power that up."

He grimaced. She was right.

"Come on kiddo, allow your lover to rest, he must fly back to the Nemesis, remember?"

Arcee watched the seeker femme with a frown... She was wearing too few armour... As if she was...a slave?!

"Who are you?" Asked Arcee looking at her aspect.

"Slipstream... Starscream's cousin," Answered her lover with a deep frown. "I didn't know you were enslaved too."

The seeker femme grimaced with a nasty scowl... But Arcee was horrified. "What?!"

Once again Slipstream rolled her optics and then looked down at her bared valve, and with her hands on her hips she said to the new femme:

"You better flush your chamber or here soon you may turn TC into a daddy... And... Your secret would be out without me even saying a word."

Both lovers gasped. And Slipstream smirked.

Yes, it was tacit, but she asked for asylum as she kept her mouth shut about their escapades.

"Come on, now kiddo." Slipstream hurried Arcee who flushed madly. "You... You don't know how to do it?" The seeker femme asked with a lifted optic ridge...

...and the answer was a negative.

Slipstream sighed. "Ok, come on now, I'll show you."

"What?! Now?!" Squeaked the pink femme.

"Yes, now, the sooner the better..." Then looked down at the mech. "You, give us some privacy! Turn around!"

"Uhh..." He hesitated but his flushing lover asked him to please do it.

"I still have to purge your grandsire's filth from my chamber too," The Decepticon femme hissed and both Arcee and Thundercracker pulled disgusted and horrified faces. "Come on! I don't have all day!"

"H-he raped you," Arcee whispered, optics wide.

"Well, I wouldn't come the last time rape," Slipstream shrugged. "I came onto him and he accepted, wasn't even that bad, he can be a good lover."

Arcee made a face, she didn't want to hear about any of her grandfather's interfacing exploits even if they were consensual.

"The others times...not so much," mused the female seeker.

"So why...?" Arcee couldn't help but ask, causing the other to smirk.

"I needed to put him in a good enough mood to let me go flying...I was starting to go a little crazy in there," she explained. "And it worked, he let me fly and it was great."

She sighed happily at the last part.

"We didn't know about you," Thundercracker spoke up quietly. "If Starscream had known..."

"Don't worry about it," Slipstream told him. "We pretty much figured out you guys didn't know what was going on. Just crazy old Megs needing us as stress release."

"I'm sorry," Arcee said miserably, what was wrong with her grandfather.

"Like I said, don't worry," the older femme said before clapping her hands together. "Come on, plenty of time to talk later, let's get flushing."

"Do I really have to?" the younger femme asked. "I feel good like this."

"Sure you do," the seeker femme said with a smirk. "Every femme in heat does...and I assume your creators know all about this."

She grinned when Arcee flushed, neither of the two lovers answering her.

"So that's how it is," she smirked triumphantly. "Well, like I said before, you can stand up for me with the Prime and Thundercracker can pretend he never saw me. Ain't that right, flyboy?"

He nodded, even though his back was to them, she could still make it out.

"Excellent...now as I was saying," she said, turning back to the embarrassed femme. "Bit tricky your first time but if you copy me, you'll be fine."

"Okay," Arcee said softly, watching as Slipstream manipulated her valve with her fingers while giving the younger femme instructions on how to get rid of a Mech's essence.

"Now you try it," Slipstream encouraged. "On you go."

Arcee obeyed but sent Thundercracker a longing look.

"Do I have to do this every time?" she asked as his large wings twitched.

"Yes, unless you fancy explaining to your Sire why you got pregnant," Slipstream said flatly. "Or if you want him ripping loverboy's wings off."

"He wouldn't do that!" Arcee exclaimed in horror.

"Oh no?" the other femme said with a sly smirk. "You've obviously never seen an angry Sire, my dear. There's no stopping them when their little femme's concerned."

"Starscream's had a femme," Thundercracker spoke up.

"Really?" Slipstream said in surprise. "Well, that's something. Seeker?"

"Yes," he said, a trace of a smile in his voice. "He's very proud, it's even distracted him from Megatron."

He sighed before saying. "He didn't know about you but he's still furious about what's been happening. But his femme has only just given birth so..."

"Alright," Slipstream said, she didn't blame her cousin. If he didn't know and was distracted with a new sparkling, there wasn't anything else to say.

"You almost got it?" she asked Arcee, turning back to the new adult femme.

"I think so," she said, she seemed to be doing well for a first time.

"You'd better do this again later," Slipstream advised. "Get yourself a nice bath, it's easier when washing."

As Arcee nodded, she added. "And no more interfacing tonight. Poor Thundercracker needs a bit of time to recover."

"But...!" Arcee started to say but fell silent at Slipstream's stern look.

"Good femme," Slipstream said teasingly, giving her a pat on the head. "Now you'd better have a dip before we return to your base, don't want your creators catching on."

"As for you," she said, addressing Thundercracker. "You should probably leave before she jumps you again."

"Hey," exclaimed Arcee.

"I'd better go before I'm missed," Thundercracker said gently, turning around.

"I'll see you again, right?" the pink femme asked her larger lover.

He gently stroked her cheek as he said. "Yes, you will," he promised. "But please do as Slipstream says, I don't want to anger your father any more than I'm going to."

"If it makes you happy," she sighed, reaching up to give him a kiss.

He kissed her back but broke it before it could develop any further. With one last smile, he took a few steps away and then activated his thrusters. Arcee watched him go sadly, she wished they could spend the whole night together. But it was true she couldn't be away from the base for too long.

"Don't worry, once a femme in heat has got a Mech in her clutches, it'll be hard for him to stay away," Slipstream reassured her bracingly, slapping her shoulders. "Now remember our deal, you put in a good word to your Sire and I won't say anything about what I saw."

"I remember," Arcee said before adding. "But you know, papa wouldn't hurt you or turn you away. He's loyal to mama."

"That's good to know but let's do it this way, just for ease of mind," Slipstream said, stretching out her limbs. She had been fed well on the Nemesis, that was the one good thing about it. Seems Megatron didn't want to frag femmes who were half starved, they were more attractive when full of Energon.

"I'll give you a lift," Slipstream declared, "It'll be faster that way."

"Thank you," Arcee said gratefully. "For everything."

Slipstream shrugged, it was no problem. She needed a safe place to spend the night and this femme needed a bit of guidance. Of course she couldn't let any of the other femmes at her base no what was going on, because there was always the chance it would lead back to her Sire. Who would go on a rampage and attempt to shoot down poor Thundercracker.

So she lifted up the younger femme and they took off, Arcee directing her to the Autobot base.

...

"Arcee!" Elita exclaimed, she'd been starting to get worried at her daughter's absence.

"Mama," Arcee half laughed as her mother hugged her tightly. "I'm okay, I just needed a walk."

"I see," Elita said, staring at the seeker femme who'd brought her, instantly taking note of the extremely skimpy armour. "It's Slipstream, right?"

"You got it," Slipstream said with a smirk. "I met Arcee in the woods, she agreed to put in a good word for me."

"Megatron...enslaved you, didn't he?" the older femme asked sorrowfully.

"Pretty much," Slipstream replied bitterly. "We all thought we were coming to fight or assist with collecting Energon. Not...this."

She gestured at her outfit.

"There are others?" came Optimus's deep voice as he emerged from the shadows, placing a firm hand on Arcee's shoulder.

"Yep," Slipstream said quietly. "And they are all probably in deep slag right now because I got away."

She rubbed a hand across her face. "Frag it, I needed to fly. I couldn't have lasted much longer before lashing out. Megatorn let me out for a flight and once I was relaxed, I took off. Because no one else knows about us and I had to get away. So he's gonna hurt them but he'd have done that anyway. This way, I can contact Commander Strika about him and see if she can stop him."

"The infamous Strika," Elita said, a small smile at the mention of the name. "She's very powerful, I can easily see her taking him on."

"Yeah, well, that's my hope," Slipstream agreed. "So..."

"You may stay," Optimus said. "We won't prevent you from flying and no one will touch you without permission. But I must ask that you do not harm anyone here, including the humans."

"I've no idea what those are but I agree," she said simply.

The Prime and his mate nodded and guided the seeker femme inside.

Needless to say that both Red Alert and Prowl almost glitched by having a Decepticon with them; but one word and burning look from Ratchet calmed them down.

"You will be checked by Ratchet," Informed her Elita One. "He will also make sure to give you new armour in a few days since yours is..." She trailed off.

"Perfect!"

Someone finished for her and both femmes turned to see who said it... One with a disapproval frown and the other with both optic ridges lifted in half amusement.

"It fits her perfectly and reveals her perfectly made curves as if she was a greek goddess statue," Said with bright optics Sunstreaker eyeing her from head to pedes. "Primus..." He let out in a gasp before walking towards her and taking her hand he continued: "Where have you been hiding yourself all this time, oh perfect femme?"

Behind him was his twin facepalming himself and shaking his head.

Smirking, Slipstream answered before touching softly his cheek: "Where adults play."

"I'm an adult!" Said in indignation the golden mech.

But Slipstream only watched him with a mix of amusement and pity before petting his head -which was below hers- ...and he got the message.

She just told him he was not enough mech for her. Period.

He remained there frozen as the Autobot femme leader guided the seeker towards the medbay.

"Oh, Slipstream, I am so sorry you have to see... And hear that," The leader apologised.

The other just waved her hand; "It's nothing, besides, nothing better than placing 'projects' of mechs like him in their places."

Sunstreaker heard that and entered a small depression, making himself a tiny ball on the floor.

No femme ever rejected him before...

...but then...

"That's it!" He exclaimed shocking his red twin who went to help him. He lifted up and declared: "I only need to be taller and bulkier!"

His brother could only smack the back of his head with a poker like face.

"What~? Sides, you always knew I liked seekers and then suddenly SHE comes and practically armourless and-owww, oww, owwwww!"

His twin thinned his lips and dragged his lovesick brother away from his sensitive antennae's.

...

Slipstream laid on her front as Ratchet examined her poorly scarred wounds. It seems Megatron abused her more than just sexually, but physically too. He asked for permission and then she was on her back spreading her legs before he lubed his fingers and inserted a couple in her valve. She jumped at that.

The medic felt around and grimaced. Most nodes were inactive and offline due to stress, and her rim was hurt and inflamed as well. Perhaps she can overload, but she would be in pain later.

"He also fragged my aft," The seeker mentioned and Ratchet's optics widened before frowning in rage.

"The aft is not made to take a spike! Its a waste port! Megatron sick bastard-!"

"Yeah, yeah, good doc, we all know that, now, can you see it. Sometimes hurts and sometimes itches."

Ratchet grumbled and lubed again his fingers to check the little hole behind the valve, and the first thing he noticed was that it was not as closed as a normal -untouched one- should be. He inserted one finger and she couldn't help but moan in discomfort.

"How many times he took you here?" He asked.

"I don't know... Several, I've lost count. Sometimes he's in the mood for mouths, some for afts and very rarely for valves," She answered trying to tough up as the medic felt around.

"Hmm," He nodded. "You deactivated your sensors here, and he hurt you, you're wounded and some of them are still bleeding. Have you noticed that?" He tried to sound kind.

"I did... So did the others."

Gently, the medic pulled out and cleaned his hands before directing himself back at her. "I have to operate, seal those wounds and inject you with a powerful antibiotic. Some viruses have spread through those wounds and I want to avoid a longer recovery. Is that okay with you?"

"You mean... I'm ill?!" She suddenly startled. If she was, then her friends back in the nemesis...

"You are, however your body is fighting the disease and that is why you don't feel much. Wounds in the aft are dangerous and if you were left untreated, soon you would be suffering from fever...or worse," Informed her the old medic.

She remained paralysed at the news. She better recover fast to contact her commander, her friends have not much time.

"Do what you have to do," She authorised him and he nodded.

"I'll do my best," He assured her.

Soon she fell asleep and Ratchet started, all the time she thought about her friends back in the Nemesis... And that poor, old, catatonic femme. She was raped too... And lost a child, at such age. If Blackaracknia knew her whole medical story, then she must still have open wounds that can be infected! And she's not even complaining!

The poor dear, one of these days she may lay dead there, leaving the spider former without a distraction, and herself a new chance of living.

She had to get them all out from there! She would not forget them!

'Hold long... I'll get you all out!'

...

"No, no my lord... Please, AH!" Cried Nightbird as Megatron slapped her hard across the face.

Some femmes tried to defend themselves from his advances -again- and the punishment for suggesting Slipstream to escape. He'd beaten them and thrown them against the walls; some of them were lucky and fell unconscious, some others could only cry in pain in misery.

He beat the yellow opticed femme again and banged her head on the wall making her fall unconscious, then watched around and found a shivering and crying Blackarachnia hugging protectively the catatonic Ivory.

He grabbed her forcefully from one leg and she screeched, but let go of the old femme, but still tried to crawl away from the inevitable.

Megatron then forced her on her belly, banged her head once against the floor roughly and then forced his spike in the poor femme's aft without preparation. Blackarachnia howled in pain, still trying to get rid of her abuser, but was useless as he thrust madly and broke her other four spider legs. So now, she better wait for him to finish...

...but she couldn't help but cry and screech in pain.

Ivory's body fell to one side, and it was as if she stared at everything with a rock face... Until the spider saw a tear run away from one of her blue optics.

"Ivory..." Whined lowly the spider as her leader raped her. "Don't look..."

Another tear escaped the old femme's optic, but Megatron continued with his brutal assaults.

It took him hours to tire himself. All his femmes were now unconscious and bleeding, hurt... In need of medical attention.

He'd call Hook later.

Then noticed the lying body of that old unresponsive femme...

...she somehow seemed to be looking at Blackarachnia's unconscious form.

He reached for her and caressed her face softly. She was still warm... Too warm actually.

Ignoring it, he went for the washracks, cleaned himself and then walked away before calling Hook. He was tired enough to not molest Echo today, perhaps a good nap in his own quarters would be enough...

...not noticing his resident telepath was after him softly and subtly guiding his thoughts, and once his leader falls asleep...

He transformed and ordered Ratbat to take him to his leader's quarters from the ventilations.

Once Megatron was on his berth, showtime's gonna be up, as Rumble would say.

It seems he hadn't learned from his last nightmare and brutally abused those poor armourless femmes...

...this time he won't make him just shake, cry or sweat... He would make him feel all of those...and more.

Transforming back in silence, he placed his both hands on his leader's head, and started; as always, after an interface Megatron was tired and vulnerable...no need for Echo to sing this time.

Megatron was really going to suffer.

...

The pink femme gasped as she woke up, sitting up in confusion as she stared around the darkened room. This wasn't right...she wasn't pink...she wasn't a femme...was she? What was going on?

"I...I," she started to say before realising she was rather cool. Glancing down, she almost shrieked as she saw that her armour was gone and in it's place, extremely thin, see through gauzy material that only just covered up her assets. Not that it made much different, you could pretty much see everything beneath the veils anyway.

Panic filling her spark...his spark...it didn't matter, she just wanted to get out of here right now!

"Ah," she yelped, her attempt to scramble off the berth was cut short by a chain leasing her to the headboard.

She clutched at the collar around her throat, it was strongly built and she could find no way to break it, the same with the chain. In the end, all the young femme could do was draw her knees up and hug her body, shivering a little in the cold room. Dread and misery swirled around her spark, making her tremble in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature.

Eventually, just as she was about to nod off, the door opened and light briefly flooded the room. She jumped and almost fell over due to stiff joints but she froze at the sight of the Mech filling the doorway.

"Elita, I see you're awake," Megatron said with a smirk as he lazily entered the room, allowing the door to lock behind him.

Elita? But...that was him right there. This couldn't be...

"I've made sure no one will interrupt us," the large grey Mech said smoothly, coming over as she shied away. "That outfit looks beautiful on you, by the way. Seems organics are good for some things."

"M-Megatron," she tried to say, her voice coming out as almost a croak but his smiled made her tremble.

"We're going to have a very enjoyable night, I'll make sure of that," he said soothingly, beginning to take his armour off, revealing his strong, muscular form.

"N-no...please Sire," she started to beg. "Don't do this..."

"Hush my dear, I'll be with you shortly," he said calmly, ignoring her pleas.

"I have a child," she started to say but he interrupted.

"She's no longer a child Elita, I believe you need another one. A real one this time, that you can carry and nurture."

Her optics widened in horror. "You c-can't mean..."

"I will give you that child," he said, optics bright with lust. "And I will have my own to raise at long last. I am not going to be denied again..."

"No please," she begged, feeling like she was going to start crying.

"Just relax," he murmured, coming towards her, his spike obscenely erect with precum already dribbling out.

"No...Sire...don't," she shrieked as he climbed up and pinned her to the berth.

He started kissing her, starting with her neck, her cheeks and then her mouth. She tried to struggle against him, push him off but he was too strong and kept ravishing her upper half, his hands running over her chest, gripping hard enough to bruise. She gasped in pain, tears collecting in her optics and spilling down but Megatron just lapped them up. Soon, he was pulling away the veils off her body and flinging them away, including the ones between her legs.

"Now there is nothing between us," he whispered into her audio, shoving her legs aside before shoving his horrible spike into her unprotected valve.

She screamed in agony, she felt as though she'd be torn in half but the pain didn't stop there. He started to thrust into her at an impossible rate, snarling in pleasure as he did so while she wailed. But it didn't stop there, he carried on, even slamming his mouth against hers, silencing her screams. After what seemed like forever, he overloaded, pumping his hot load straight into her chamber.

"Uh," she whimpered, it felt so wrong having her own father's transfluid inside her like this. But at least he was finished now.

"Mmm, that was good," he murmured, kissing her wet cheeks and raising himself up a bit. "I knew you'd enjoy it."

She just shook, there was nothing she could say to that.

"Now," he said with a purr. "Why don't we continue?"

"What?" she gasped, he couldn't mean to...

He smirked and she felt him hardening up within her once again. She screamed but he was already starting to thrust and beneath the pain, she was sure that something or several somethings had torn. But it just carried on, he kept raping her again and again until he was finally exhausted and had no more transfluid to pump into her.

"That was good," he sighed happily, lying beside the femme curled up and crying. "You're very good, my dear."

"W-why?" she managed to gasp out.

"Because you're my love," he said in a chilling voice. "And I'm never going to let you go."

Her optics widened in horror, he sounded like he meant every word.

And he did, over the next few months, he continued to rape and abuse her. It didn't stop with her valve, he abused her mouth, her aft, everything that he could reach. Even when it was discovered that she'd become pregnant with his child, Megatron continued to abuse her. He kept her locked up in that cold room, keeping her chained to the berth and only occasionally allowing her to shower but he always followed her in there. At night, after he'd raped her, he'd kiss and caress her steadily swelling belly even as she shook in misery.

Of course, he was there when she finally gave birth, a painful, fearful experience.

"Look Elita, our own little son," he said in triumph, holding the bundle in his arms. "Well done, not a femme this time. And you're not going to take him away, isn't that right, my love?"

"Please," she begged, exhausted from the birth. "Let us go..."

"Now, now," he shushed, handing her the sparkling. "You just rest, I've got a very special place to take you to my dear, once you've recovered a bit."

All she could do was look down at the wailing sparkling and cry in horror at it's deformed appearance. The little thing was crippled and everyone would look down on him for it, for his incestuous conception.

"I'm sorry," she cried, holding him tightly to her naked breast. "I'm so sorry."

Later, he carried her to their new home, his own personal harem filled with half naked femmes who all shrank away.

"A perfect place for you to relax and raise our child," he told her, placing her own a comfortable pillow, leering down at her.

Unable to fight back against him, she just curled up as he went to grab one of the other femmes and start raping her. Somehow, years seemed to pass but the only thing that really changed was the Mechling who slowly grew towards adolescent. One side of his face was lopsided, otherwise he would have been quite handsome. And his left leg was twisted and almost withered, meaning he had to mostly crawl around. She wished she could do better for him, if only she could get away, then perhaps it could be fixed.

But Megatron didn't seem to care, he only paid attention to his little son after he'd satisfied himself with his collection of abused and weeping femmes. She tried to shield her son from the horror but it was impossible. He began to grow bigger and angrier until finally, he snapped.

"Die you bastard, die," he snarled, lunging at his sire and stabbing at him with a weapon he'd carved using his own useless leg.

Elita screamed in horror at seeing her son murder and the life force gushing out of Megatron's neck...no, wait...his neck.

...

"NO!" Megatron gasped, sitting up and clutching at his neck, still feeling the life force leaving it...except there was nothing there.

He shivered horribly. That felt so painfully real...so...real!

He curled on his side and tried to rock back and forth his body as he cried and shivered. His whole body covered in condensation as he gasped and wailed in phantom pain...

...pained head, arms, legs...valve, again? Aft and spark.

He felt horrible, like purging...

...he did that seconds later barely reacting on time and purged his tanks heavily.

Elita... His Elita... He'd never thought that he was such a monster... He likes to be feared and respected but THAT was too much.

He purged again.

He had thought about doing that to her, but now he felt like he couldn't look at her without remembering that horrible nightmare.

Megatron continued crying, wishing more than ever to have someone to hold him now, but, who would do that? He's a monster and he just hurt horribly all his femmes so now they were all useless...

...however... There was still one who wasn't hurt.

Thinking about that, fast as a lightning, he got up and hurried back to his harem...

...only to find it devoid of all femmes. It seems Hook and his brothers took them to medbay -not surprising after how he'd treated them- and cleaned the place.

But there was still one femme there...

Sitting between many beautiful, soft and colourful pillows, as if she was a perfectly carved doll -and just as irresponsive- was Ivory.

Her optics online, but her face devoid of all emotion.

Megatron crawled his way towards her and softly touched her warm face...

...she was just so warm, warmer than him, but just what he needed.

So, taking off his helmet he curled next her and laid his head on her chest. There was no response of course, but her warmth and the soft beatings of her spark calmed him, softly lulling him in a deep slumber besides his pains and that horrible nightmare.

None of them noticing that Soundwave once again followed him in his alt mode with Ratbat's help, and then again he would not let his leader alone...

Nightmare after horrible nightmare he tormented the warlord, this time not even allowing him to escape by awaking.

Megatron started talking in dreams, to move, to thrash, to scream, but the telepath held no mercy until he was completely broken in those wrong emotions.

The warlord curled and cried like a sparkling, feeling cold and desolate, until a warm hand caressed his back and head.

He looked tearfully up and there was Ivory, looking softly at him.

"You..." He tried, but somehow his voice once again sounded different. Not that he complained, he didn't even know who he was anymore... Why was he so evil?

"Hush," She said softly before picking him up in arms, and it was then when he noticed he was a sparkling. Tiny and soft. Head panels revealed and cute face.

The femme hugged him against her chest and rocked him as she hummed softly while caressing him his head and back.

In turn he attached himself to her like a magnet, never wanting to let go.

"I'm sorry... I was blind and an idiot," He whispered brokenly and she nodded.

"Then prove it...that you regret it."

When he woke up again he was on Ivory's warm chest still, but he still felt tired, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sleep anymore, so, he remained there holding the old femme tightly against his frame.

...

When Slipstream woke up and her optics onlined she was in a room...with orange ceiling and walls -"gross."- she thought and around her were several, beautiful white things that released some kind of perfume.

She didn't know those were flowers.

Also, next to her was a painting of herself, flying, or rather dancing in the skies, beautifully made... So beautiful actually that she started questioning herself if that was her. But most importantly, who brought this to her? All of this?

"Wow, looks like you have an admirer," Giggled Arcee entering her quarters.

The seeker looked amused and shook his head before rolling her optics.

"Hi for you too, kiddo; you ok? Bathed last night?" She asked with an optic ridge and a knowing look.

Arcee flushed and nodded.

"Is all of it out?"

The young femme nodded again this time crossing her legs and looked down while placing her hands on her chest.

"It felt...weird." She whispered softly. "I wish it could have stayed there...made me feel good," Confessed Arcee still flushing.

"Of course it does... Your chamber is made to hold it, is like nectar for a child," Said the seeker.

"I... I need him again..." Whispered softly the pink femme so only Slipstream could hear. "But papa... He's not leaving me alone much."

"Ah..." The other femme gasped in knowledge. "He must feel you're up to something."

"What?! How?! I was careful-!" Arcee suddenly exclaimed but the other made her shut by covering her mouth.

"He can feel it, deep inside, in his spark since he's your sire...well, adopted sire," Informed the other.

"But, how?" desperately asked Arcee.

Slipstream only shrugged. "No one really knows how that happens, but be careful, and next time you're with...him, make sure you take a good bath afterwards and before meeting your sire. I'm afraid that somehow, without him knowing why the Prime would shoot TC if he sees him around."

The pink femme gasped.

"Be careful, kiddo, your sire's on alert."

Arcee nodded.

...

"Star? Umm... Can we talk?" Tried carefully the blue seeker to his trine leader who was holding his sleeping daughter.

A gesture of his hand told him to continue.

"You know about Megatron's harem, right?"

Starscream nodded.

"Do you know he has Decepticon femmes in there? Soldiers, not whores... Our partners?"

This time the tricolored seeker looked up at him with shocked optics.

He didn't know that part...or knew and didn't believed it was that bad.

"Well, umm... Did you know that Slipstream was there...?"

"What?!" This time the trine leader jumped from his chair and screamed at the news; oddly enough his daughter only yawned cutely and patted him on his chest to 'ask' him to be quiet. "That fragger! How dare he?!"

"She escaped after she convinced him to left her fly after he...took her... And is with the Autobots now," Said hesitantly the blue seeker.

"What?! And how you know?!" demanded his leader. "You chased her? Dared to-" Stopping in his accusations, Starscream sniffed at him. "What is that smell on you?! You were fragging?! You dared to touch her?!"

"No! No, I would never... She's not even my type!" Hurried to defend himself while lifting up his hands the poor blue one.

But Starscream was advancing on him dangerously.

"I... I was with Arcee!" He hurried again before his leader can hurt him.

That stopped Starscream dead on his tracks.

"We were... We were in the woods and SHE found us, then Arcee took her to the Ark; I've told her we didn't know she was here... She was... She was almost armourless, Starscream, like Elita and the others were!"

His leader just looked at him with a neutral face before a smirk formed itself in his face until it grown into a grin.

"So... Our leader rapes my cousin... And you take his granddaughter's seal and fill her with your essence?"

Thundercracker flushed and his wings rattled in shame.

"Slipstream, my dear cousin, so smart... She could achieve what no other prisoner could..." He sighed, then grimaced again. "But Megatron, that fragger dared to hurt her! My family! Slipstream is royalty! Like me! How dares he?!"

The other remained in silence.

"I'll kill him... I'm gonna fragging kill him!" He roared in rage again... And his daughter grunted at him and slapped his chest again so he would keep quiet. "No one hurts MY family! He's crazy! He dared to take seeker royalty to frag! What would stop him in the future from taking my daughter...or Soundwave's daughter? He's already taking Echo!"

Not thinking much further about it, he passed Thundercracker his daughter and stomped towards the door...

...but when it opened, there was Soundwave blocking it along with Echo and their child.

"We need to talk" The telepath said.

"If this is about that harem, I'm way ahead of you," Starscream snarled, his wings flared furiously. "That is the last straw, I am taking over."

"Statement, unwise," Soundwave pronounced as the Seeker gaped at him.

"What do you mean, unwise?" he demanded. "If you think I can't take him on..."

"Starscream, perhaps would succeed," the other Mech acknowledged. "But leadership not worth it."

"Have you blown your circuits?" Starscream snapped. "Of course it's worth it, I would finally have the respect and power I deserve."

Soundwave shook his head as he said. "Starscream already has power and respect from being Air Commander and a Vosian prince. If you took command of the Decepticons, you would have to deal with a lot more slag than you currently do."

"And there would be less time for your family," Echo added gently as her daughter rested against her shoulder. "You've got a newborn sparkling, you need to make sure you're there for her."

"Of course I would be," he said in an offended tone. "As if I'd ever neglect her."

"I'm not saying that," she replied calmly. "But my understanding is, since Darklight is not a Seeker, Falere will really need you as she grows, to teach her to fly and all that comes with it. And what if you have more?"

He grimaced, it was true that he would be required to teach his daughter everything about being a princess of the sky. This was not something he could just hand off to just anyone, not even another Seeker, he needed to be the one to teach her. Allowing her to fly with others to learn group formation was fine but she would need her Sire's hand in the basics and beyond.

"Even if you're right," he finally said. "Why shouldn't we just end Megatron now? After everything he's done, the femmes he's hurt, you want him to live?"

Echo glanced up at her mate who stated. "Soundwave has punished him severely."

"Oh?" Starscream said with a raised brow. "And just what did you do?"

Soundwave gave a very brief summary of what he'd done, causing Starscream to grin.

"Oh, you are bad," he sniggered evilly. "I hope he's a nervous wreck after that."

Soundwave shrugged but they all knew he was pleased with himself. Starscream smirked before turning a bit more serious.

"I still cannot forgive him for hurting my cousin," he said grimly. "Where is he anyway?"

Soundwave held up a hand, he was communicating with one of his Minicons. A moment later, he said.

"On his way to the Med Bay."

"Really, I wonder why," mused Starscream. "Very well, have your brats monitor the situation."

Ignoring the glare Soundwave was giving him, he gestured for them to enter. He was still furious but he was interested about what Megatron's next move would be.

"I don't think Aoide and Falere have properly met yet," Echo said with a smile, seeing Thundercracker sitting with the little newborn against his chest. Darklight was sleeping, she was still exhausted after the birth but was improving.

"Indeed," Starscream acknowledged, taking his daughter from his trine mate and presenting her to Aoide. The two sparklings stared at each other, they'd never seen anything like the other before. Aodie reached out with a cautious chirp, wanting to explore this phenomenon further. Falere watched her closely before also reaching with a tiny hand and the two sparklings touched. The creators watched closely, what a moment this was.

A second later, Falere let out a shriek of laughter and clapped her hands together. Aodie made a gurgling noise of pleasure and everyone smiled, the two femme sparklings liked each other.

"Here," Starscream said softly, gesturing to another chair. "Why don't you have a seat and I'll hand you Falere."

Echo beamed, she loved sparklings so much and she was very happy that her daughter had a proper friend. She took the seat she'd been offered and carefully accepted the little seeker sparkling into her lap so the two femmes could cuddle. Which the two did, making little chirping noises to each other while gently exploring the other's body. Aodie was practically fascinated by the little wingnubs and couldn't resist touching them which in turn caused Falere to shriek with laughter.

"Aren't they gorgeous," Echo sighed happily, this was just how she'd imagined motherhood to be.

"Yes," Starscream agreed, wings held proudly.

And a short way away, Thundercracker couldn't help but wonder what a sparkling of Arcee's would look like.

...

"I cannot treat them all."

Hook really was at his wit's end and madness or no madness, he had to let Megatron know the situation. His med bay was full to bursting, all the femmes had serious injuries and to top it off, were all infected. He was only one Mech, he couldn't not handle all of this. Sure, some of the others had a bit of training but it was still too much. Which was why when Megatron turned up, he had put aside his caution and confronted his leader.

"Is that so?" the grey Mech said softly, his face rather emotionless. And Hook really didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Yes," Hook ground out, feeling extremely stressed. "My lord, I know you are not going to like this but..."

He took a very deep breath before saying.

"I think we have no choice but to let some of them go to the Autobots. I cannot send them to Cybertron and Prime has more medics on his team. I wouldn't say this unless it wasn't urgent."

Megatron was silent and Hook feared that he was going to explode. But then he said.

"Very well, I will contact Prime. Pick the ones you believe should go and I will arrange for them to be transported."

The Constructicon blinked, surely he'd misheard. Megatron couldn't be agreeing that easily...could he?

"I...yes my lord, I will do that right away," he mumbled as Megatron nodded before turning and leaving.

Unbelievable, had Megatron realised he'd gone too far? Was his old leader finally back to replace the monster that had been taking over? He didn't want to get his hopes up too much but...he hoped this act of mercy wasn't an isolated case. Please let it be so that this was the same Megatron who'd allowed a depressed pregnant femme to reunite with her mate rather than one who might have an agenda.

He'd just have to wait and see.

...

"Megatron!" Elita said furiously when he did call. "How could you do such a vile thing? It was bad enough to attack Chromia but to abuse your own people, femmes who looked up to you as a leader...have you gone insane?"

He didn't say anything so she continued. "Slipstream has damage to her valve and aft port with dangerous infections all over her body. But never mind the horrible physical damage you have inflicted, you have thoroughly traumatised her. And she made it very clear that you had probably taken out your rage of her escape on her friends."

When he still didn't say anything, she demanded. "Aren't you going to defend yourself?"

"No," he said softly. "I am not Elita."

Narrowing her optics, she said. "Then why are you calling?"

"I had a proposal for you," he said simply. "For a supply of Energon, I will return your inventor...and his mate."

She stared, this was a surprise.

"You would?" she said in disbelief.

"Yes," he confirmed. "I need to send Energon to Cybertron and you need them. Surely, this is acceptable?"

"We would give you Energon if you did release them," she said slowly. "But what about the femmes?"

He seemed to consider the matter before saying. "Would your medics be able to take care of some of them?"

"Of course they would," she said, hardly able to believe that he was thinking of letting them go. "Are you just letting them go?"

He gave her a small smile as he said. "Some more Energon would be appreciated."

The femme commander almost scowled but if he was serious, she couldn't blow this chance.

"Yes, we can give you more Energon," she said.

"I have a couple of conditions," he suddenly said, causing her to become apprehensive.

"And they are?" she questioned.

"The Combaticons will deliver the femmes," he stated. "And you will allow them to see Firestar, she must be due very soon."

Primus, what had happened to her Sire? When had he become so...sensitive?

"The second condition?" she asked, trying not to dwell on how strange this was. Optimus was going to be amazed when he heard about this, her mate was currently spending some time with their daughter, the urge to do so had grown exceedingly strong for him recently.

He seemed to steel himself as he said. "I want to see you daughter, face to face, no screens between us."

She grimaced. She didn't thought she was ready to face him again so soon after...

She couldn't even interface with her sweet Optimus for Primus's sake!

"Why?" She couldn't help but ask.

"I need to see you, to feel your spark again next mine, daughter... And...to...apologise," He hesitated in the end but whispered the last words.

But the femme commander could hear them still... And couldn't believe it.

Was this some kind of wicked plan of her insane sire just to hurt her again?

"Please daughter, give me one chance," He tried.

She couldn't even look at him anymore and looked down.

"Fine," She said not really convinced. "Send Wheeljack and Moonracer back, send your femmes and the Combaticons..." Then sighed. "You and I... I'll do my best, you can come too."

"Look at me." He said softly. "Elita..."

"I'll call a meeting with the high command, you will be informed about our decision and how to make this rendezvous possible." The pink femme continued looking down, anywhere but where he was.

"Look at me, child... Please." Megatron tried again.

However she only sighed, offlined her optics and cut off the communication.

Something cold sunk in Megatron's spark at that action. His daughter rejected him, and it was all his fault.

...

Hours later Megatron was back in the now empty harem, laying his head back on Ivory's warm chest as he waited for the Autobots to call back. They must get themselves organised before receiving so many Decepticons near their territory, not even speaking about getting them in.

He'd talked to the catatonic femme about it, how an idiot he was, how his daughter, the femme he'd loved more than anything ever rejected him and found herself unable to look at him.

"I was a jerk... I just... I don't... I cannot tolerate rejection... It hurts... It just hurts..." He growled tightening his fists.

"Who rejected you, dear?" A distinctive feminine voice suddenly asked him.

He gasped in shock and lifted himself up from the femme's chest...

...only to find a couple of worried blue optics staring back at him.

"What...?" He tried before looking around and saw that they were not on pillows anymore, but on an ornamented and comfy couch under a crystal gazebo in the middle of a beautiful garden.

When did they...? -He tried to ask himself, but then a soft hand touched his face gently and forced him to look back at her.

"Dear?" Ivory tried.

"I..." He couldn't find words now... Couldn't describe what was happening... Was he dreaming?

"Allow me to serve you more tea," She then offered before getting her legs from the couch and back onto the floor, then started serving him that once pure energon 'tea' the rich ones drunk in the golden age in a perfectly made porcelain cup.

He couldn't help but stare at her grace in such simple act, even if he hated what it represented.

Rich people and their stupid rituals.

"Here," She passed him the now filled cup and he took it, admiring it for a moment.

These riches... So much of them as bots in Kaon starved to death!

As he started thinking about this, she suddenly came closer and kissed his cheek, surprising him for a moment and turned his shocked face only to find her smiling one.

"..." He tried to utter a sound, but nothing, not even static came...

And the mature femme then reached for his face with her soft hands and kissed him.

He couldn't react more than shake violently making the perfect porcelain cup to shake on its' little dish as the femme's hands touched his face softly and the other sneakily went downwards towards his...

He jumped, and she chuckled before taking the cup from his hands and placing it back onto the table before she climbed on his lap and straddled it. Lustful optics found his.

"I- Ivory... I..." He finally seemed to find her voice, but the femme ignored him and kissed him passionately for a few moments before pulling away.

"Don't come to me with the story you're too old for this... We all know you can work better than a new mech," She say with a sly look.

'What? Old?' Thought Megatron, but she was already opening her valve cover revealing the precious and dripping equipment behind causing him to gulp at the sight.

"Your turn..." She purred stroking his closed cover...

And it opened, revealing his magnificent friend... Which was quickly taken by the hurried femme. He gasped.

"Yes..." She hissed pumping it a few times until it hardened, then, with a lift and roll of her hips, she swallowed the whole thing in with a low, guttural moan.

"Oh, Primus...oh yes...!" She moaned in bliss as she immediately started riding him.

"I... I must be dreaming..." Tried Megatron as he couldn't help thrusting up and grab her waist to help her balance.

"No... Not a dream, my love... Ooohh..yes... Harder!" Ivory answered him before shrieking in pleasure.

It only took them a few seconds to reach their peak and scream out their release. Ivory then practically collapsed on his broad chest, grasping for air, her valve tightening hardly around him.

Megatron was amazed... Was all of this a dream?

Now the femme was kissing him again and also removing her armour...

...she was really in the mood today.

Days passed, years passed, and Megatron felt how he started loving this femme, his partner, his friend, his ally... His lover.

She was always there for him, no matter what...

...but she was sometimes too young for him, and he was so old...

She wanted a family, one he cannot give her, he's old, she's young... She can carry, but he cannot conceive anymore.

She deserves a family... And there's only one way to give her one, but she must agree first.

Their bonding was an arranged one with her family, she was promised to him since she was born; by then he was already an old and single mech, but her family wanted and demanded to bond with his fortune. He however never expected he'd love his young wife so badly...

...she was just so perfect, a perfect princess, a born queen and a partner in life, a partner he now thought he couldn't live without, even after so many centuries of living alone and seeing his family members, brothers, cousins, all of them forming their families and dying... But not him.

Now Ivory transformed that, she was his everything, and he would do anything for her... ANYTHING!

They were something when with the others, wearing masks of cold and unresponsive feelings, but with each other, it was like they were something else.

He told her about a secret program from the Senate... She rejected his offer of being inseminated with another's seed, she only wanted HIS child and no other, she would NOT carry another's child.

It took him years to convince her and to prove her how sterile he was, eventually she accepted because he told her he wanted a child from her, no matter it was made with another's code, it was still hers, it was what it mattered.

He wants HER child.

It was how Maple was conceived, and when she was born, she became their little princess, their little bundle of joy...

"Oooh...ohhh...!" She moaned as he thrust faster into her.

Their little girl was asleep and they finally could spend some time together and make love.

"Yes! Oh yes!" She gasped trying to not scream as his thick spike reached deeper into her...

...

Soundwave inhaled and then exhaled as he had both his hands on Megatron's head and Ivory's head. He'd taken her memories to create that scenario and make Megatron part of that fantasy.

It would be a good way to punish him when he awakes from that dream, a dream of inception in which he'd spent centuries loving a femme who was -in reality- ill and practically dead.

He would start believing that the dream was real, and that this world was not... Or that something was wrong here, that his beloved femme was hurt by him in the first place, a femme he could have gained as the perfect mate.

The fragger would suffer more than when he had those nightmares.

The telepath then let go of both their heads, then left. Megatron won't take long in awakening...

And he did... Frustrated that he couldn't overload and with his spike rock hard, demanding attention.

"Uhhh..." He groaned before finding the warm, quiet femme beneath him, then turned her around and then thrust his spike deep in her -surprisingly wet- valve and grunted like an animal as he moved in and out fast and hard before roaring out his release, and feeling the valve around him clamping down around him.

He panted and so did she. Both their sparks beating hardly and in sync.

"Ivory..." He groaned and softly kissed the warm back of her neck...

No response.

He onlined his optics fully and gasped in shock realizing where he was...

Everything was a dream.

A perfect, lying and false dream... But it felt so real!

So fragging real!

He pulled out -gently- and roared out loud in frustration.

"NO!" Then placed his forehead on her belly and wailed brokenly.

"It cannot be... Why Primus, why? Why did you make me such an idiot? Why did you allow me to wake up from that dream? Why? Is this a payback for my sins?"

He, for once, wanted to die, so only he can go back to that dream -or reality- in which he is loved and have a family... In which he'd never hurt his mate.

Now, even if Ivory ever wakes up; how can he look at her again in the optic? How can he even dare to be with her again? How can he ever apologie?

This is the nightmare, that, was the reality, that dream, it wasn't a dream... It was real, it must be. Looking blankly to nowhere in particular, he took the femme in arms, then transformed his hand into a knife and opened his spark chamber.

Perhaps if he dies here he would be able to return with his beloved family, there, back home.

He lifted up the knife and pointed down his spark...

But a loud beep interrupted him, but before he can ignore it, it opened the conversation with his Second...

"Megatron, the Autobots called, they accepted your conditions, your daughter will see you and we can pick up the energon once you order us to," Starscream's voice -as always- ringed in his head making him want to abandon what he was doing just so he can crush his vocalizer...

But worked also to make him stop in his suicide attempts and remember what he was supposed to be doing, no matter how his processor protested that THIS was not the reality but a nightmare and that if he takes his spark he would be back home.

But then again, he is Megatron, and he never runs off from nothing!

He'd better answer that seeker and do as he must in this dream so it would be over soon... Right?

"I'll be right there soon, Starscream," He answered before closing back his chest.

He was confused by everything now and allowed Starscream and Soundwave to finish with negotiations as he was guided practically blind and unresponsive to the rendezvous.

:"You're evil...": Starscream comm-ed Soundwave with a smirk. :"What did you do to him this time?":

:"Forced him to see the truth.": Was all the telepath said causing the seeker to roll his optics.

:Some details would be nice," he said dryly. :He looks like he's in a daze:

:Affirmative: Soundwave replied before quickly explaining what he'd done. To his own mind, he felt that Megatron would not try to mate with Echo again, not when Ivory felt like she was his spark mate.

:You really are evil" laughed Starscream before glancing back at his leader. :Although I can't believe I'm saying but will he be much use in this state? He's acting like a drone:

Soundwave considered the question, perhaps he had been a little harsh. But he just couldn't tolerate the former gladiator's actions so he had gone ahead with his plan. Besides, after what he'd done to the old femme, Megatron deserved to feel some of her pain.

:Well?: Starscream probed and Soundwave mentally shook his head.

"It is regrettable: he stated. :For now, it might be advisable that we lead:

:Sounds good to me: The Seeker said smugly, he was more than happy to take command.

The third in command sighed, he would have to dissuade the Seeker from trying to take over as leader. Even if he wasn't likely to go insane like Megatron, it still wasn't a good idea for him to be the Decepticon warlord.

"Megatron?" he said aloud to their leader who seemed to be deep in thought. Since he didn't respond, Soundwave had to repeat himself a bit louder. "Megatron!"

"Hmm, yes?" the grey Mech finally replied.

"We are almost there," the blue Mech reminded him. "You will be meeting your daughter soon."

"Daughter?" he repeated dumbly. "My Maple?"

With just a small pang of regret, Soundwave said. "No my lord, Elita."

"Elita?" Megatron said, looking rather confused.

:Oh yes, you did a great job on him: Starscream couldn't resist saying snidely over the comm.

Sending the Seeker a glare, Soundwave said quickly. "Your daughter Elita One, adoptive mother to your granddaughter Arcee. You just discovered who she was, remember?"

Megatron frowned, trying to separate the memories of his time with Ivory and what was happening here. Two timelines fighting for attention in his processor, it was not easy, especially when there was one he very much wanted to return to. An image of his sad daughter refusing to look him in the optic and with a huge effort, he shoved away his dream life into the back of his mind, locking it up so he could be in this moment. It hurt him to do so but somehow, the urge to see her was strong enough to allow him to do so.

Although, thinking of his daughter reminded him of the fact she'd been kept for him and his optics blazed with rage. A small part of the dream part leaked through and he furiously raged about the fact his daughters weren't brought up together, Elita should have never been kept from him. If that wretched femme was alive today, he would...

He groaned, rubbing his face. What was he talking about, he had never even met Maple, she'd died long ago in an air raid. And he'd never get the chance to see her, tell her he loved her. She never got to see her own daughter grow, the war had robbed them both. His fists clenched, frag it all, his life was so fragging screwed up.

The grey Mech couldn't help but shoot his officers a slight glare, they'd had it so much better than he had. Sure, they had suffered before and during the war, but they had never lost a child. These Mech had never had femmes deceive them, they were loyal little mates who were bound to just keep giving children and love. Why was it they both got to be there for the births of their daughters while he was denied? Even if Ivory had no idea who he was, that damn Nova Star could have easily let him know.

Maybe she thought him nothing more than a breeder just like the rest of...

"We're almost here," Starscream's irritating voice cut through his mental rant. "I can barely believe we're handing over those two Autobots but the Energon will be very welcome."

"Thank you Starscream," growled Megatron.

"Forgive me my lord, you looked a little lost for a moment," the Seeker responded huffily.

"I am perfectly fine," was the sharp response.

"Good, I'd hate to have to take command," Starscream couldn't help but say.

"Oh Starscream, I'm much too fond of you to inflict that on you," Megatron said with a cruel smirk.

"How kind," his Second in Command muttered sarcastically but his leader ignored him. His mind was feeling clearer, rage always did that for him. It was one reason he'd always been able to focus in gladiatorial fights despite any distractions like hunger, injuries...sore aft...

"Yes, so very kind," Megatron said quietly as they flew onwards.

...

"I can't believe I agreed to this," sighed Elita, waiting with Ratchet, First Aid and all the others who had come for this exchange. Slipstream was stable and Arcee had promised to look after her, she seemed very fond of the Seeker femme and indeed, the older femme appeared to like her in return.

"I must be mad."

"Well, the fragger is giving us back Wheeljack and Moonracer," Ratchet said with a shrug. "Took us all by surprised, can't blame you for being a bit disconcerted when you talked to him."

"I suppose," she said with a small shrug. "I just..."

"Are you worried about Optimus?" he asked gently. "I know he isn't overly happy about the meeting."

"No, he isn't," she admitted. "But I told him this is the last chance I'm giving my Sire, if he cannot behave or show an ounce of remorse..."

Ratchet nodded in understanding.

"I don't know if I want him to act like a real Mech or not," he stated.

"I understand," she said with a small smile. "I'm not really sure either."

It was true, what would happen if he really was sorry? If he apologised for everything that had happened and tried to make amends? And if he wanted a proper relationship with her, that was perhaps the scariest thought for her.

"Elita," he now said. "I'm happy to take these femmes, they all need proper medical care in a safe environment but this will cause problems. We've already got that foolish young Mech attempting to woo Sipstream, with more femmes, there's going to be more of the same. The femmes are still Decepticons, there's going to be clashes."

"I know, but we are hoping to contact General Strika," Elita stated. "Slipstream has assured me that she will protect all the femmes, even against all the male Cons."

"That would be good, be amusing to see a femme like her take on Megatron," Ratchet said with a little smirk before stilling. "Speak of the devil..."

She froze before straightening her back, she would be entirely professional for this. Even if internally, she was very nervous.

"Uhh... I'm big... Careful, open up space... Big femme coming through," Firestar protested then announced; and so far everyone obeyed her.

She was big indeed.

And wearing many shiny gems.

Both Elita and Ratchet lifted up their optic ridges when devising those. Where did she got them?

"Hi~" She saluted her commander lazily as Chromia helped her.

The blue femme wasn't keen in seeing her rapist and the one who forced her child to born early so soon, actually, she was calling Inferno now so he may come and help his sister so she may run back to hide in the ark...

...but the fragger wasn't answering!

"Here they come," Announced the Prime stepping from behind her and surprising her for a second before she paled slightly when devised the grey gun former.

They all landed gracefully, and for being with an unfriendly face -as usual- Megatron looked... Distracted.

The Combaticons landed and with them several pods holding the in-stasis femmes. But still, both groups were tense. Then Megatron stepped forward, flanked by his two first officers, Optimus did the same and they nodded to each other.

After that, their mechs moved, and for Megatron everything happened in a daze...

...was he even there?

In this realm, he's a warlord, an abuser who was abused... And was alone... So alone... No one loves him...

...he almost shook his head violently at that lame thought... But his spark refused to let go of it.

In that other realm he is a beloved husband with a loving family, everything he'd ever wanted and more... Why just couldn't he awake from this nightmare?

He would never hurt a femme!

Would he?

Perhaps THE Megatron would, but that doesn't means he cannot regain consciousness back.

This Megatron hurt so many people, now that he thought about it, it's pretty much clear why Elita's mother wouldn't tell him anything... Perhaps she saw him as the future afthole he was?

Elita... His supposed and newly found daughter... So different from his beloved Maple... His beloved princess, dead in this realm, so much alive back home when he awakes and soon ready to receive her first classes of etiquette.

No matter how hard he tried to force back the dream or he tried to feel angry about all the injustices he'd been victim, he just couldn't focus properly.

It was normal for this Megatron to feel angry... He suffered so much...

Now he started thinking about himself in third person...

...the Prime talked to him, but he couldn't focus in his words.

The Prime... The bonded of Megatron's daughter; he must be proud that his daughter got herself such a match! Many back in the days would have killed to get the Prime as their son in-law.

No... He cannot say that... He's Megatron here... Deadly fragger... Leader of the Decepticons, they followed him for a reason, they need him... And he would lead them, until the day/year/century in which he can wake up again and return home with his family.

The pink femme that called herself his daughter came next the Prime... She talked, then her face worried, just as everyone surrounding him...

"Wake up, Megatron," Starscream's irk voice worked to wake him up again from his daze.

"What?" He frowned at them all. He'd better keep his face hard.

"You wanted to see me, sire?" The pink femme -Elita- talked to him.

He could barely contain his hard face or the urge of hugging her and begging for her forgiveness.

Frag, all he wanted was to be back home!

This Megatron really screwed up things!

Soundwave looked at him in pity this time. It seems his inception has gone even more far away than what he'd expected... Megatron still believed he was still dreaming and that he wasn't himself anymore and only wanted to 'wake up'.

That can be dangerous; he might end up taking his life in order to try to awake!

The only one who might save him is Ivory, but she is good as dead, and even if she hypothetically awakes, she would hate him with all her strengths which may work in making him take his own life in the end.

But... Perhaps, if he plays his cards well, he might have Megatron obeying him... This new Megatron would need his help definitely especially since he was now considering leaving Starscream in charge!

The telepath flinched.

Yes, he needs help; that last inception went too far.

:"Starscream?": Tried the blue tape deck.

:"What? I'm having fun here... Megatron is practically unable to respond his own daughter as she practically barks at him!": He laughed in the com-link.

:"He's considering leaving you as Decepticon leader... To just throw up the whole slag to you.":

:What?!:

:Remember, your family... And all the slag he have to deal with everyday... You really want that? To deal with Shockwave? With Strika once she knows what happened to the femmes? Because even if you were not responsible for what happened, she would make you responsible because you hadn't acted... You know how she is.:

The seeker growled in the comm. That was right... And the only thought of it started causing him a headache.

Yeah, it would be better if Megatron deals with his own garbage, as new Decepticon leader, Starscream would have to deal with it all... And he did not wanted it...

...if he does, when everything would be fixed, Falere would be an adult and he wouldn't even may have time to deal with her suitors that may try to break her seal in the skies as she-

:Oh frag no, he can keep his throne for all I care!: Shrieked the seeker over the comm causing Soundwave to smirk under his mask. :I won't deal with the inner fights that would just appear when the change of leader happens!:

:Good, then help me keeping him awake, he still thinks he's asleep and that he's a noblemech in a nightmare: Soundwave replied.

:Really?: Starscream couldn't believe it. :Yes... And he's considering taking his life.:

The tricolored seeker frowned. :He cannot die before fixing his slag! Can you imagine the fights that would be within our faction if he does?! He better stays!: Shrieked the seeker through the comm causing Soundwave to almost growl.

:Then we must help him, let him see that we're his allies in this nightmare and then turn it into a dream. But remember, Starscream, this is not the same Megatron we know, as the seconds pass, the idea that he's not himself is making itself solid and the memories, the real ones that said what he was are just being left behind... Honestly I-:

:You hadn't expected for this to happen?: Finished for him the seeker.

:No,: Soundwave said with a little thread of guilt, just a little. :The mind, not the processors, are still unknown for me, is like looking into a vast universe, is alive and with just one push everything can change. I've always knew that, but had no idea it can go this far.:

Silence answered in the other end. It seems the seeker was considering his words. How complicated.

If Soundwave's daughter was a telepath like her sire, then she may have the same questions one day. He just hopes she's not the 'scientific' kind and experiments everywhere with everyone.

"Are you listening to me, sire?! Are you even hearing what I'm saying?!" Elita finished her discuss with a question since he seemed to be more...in the clouds than here.

"I did, daughter, I..." He hesitated. Would this Megatron apologize? It doesn't seems like. Well, he can try, it won't hurt anyone, right? "I'm sorry."

"That's what I thought, you never- wh- what? Come again?" The pink femme stuttered left in one piece.

"I am sorry, my child... I know I was not an example, but, I'm sorry, I wish it was enough with a simple apology, but it would never be," He started and Soundwave and Starscream looked at each other in worry. They better stop him before he does something very un-Megatron like.

He then reached for her and cupped her face in one of his massive hands and smiled at her; "You're so beautiful and brave, your sister is just like you..."

At that statement his two officers alarmed, they prepared themselves to intervene now but...

But then he took her hand, and the shocked Prime's hand and put them together...

"I'm so proud of you, and because you found yourself a good mech, not a jerk like myself."

Silence...

Deep and silent silence...

Then a distinctive little explosion sounded near before a crashing sound followed...

Prowl laid on the ground unconscious. His processor crashed at the un-logic moment...besides his words sounded...sincere!

Megatron for a moment seemed worried and ready to help him, but Soundwave's hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked at the blue mech who just shook his head and opened a link to him.

:You wouldn't do that, my lord:

Starscream let out a vent. That was close. Their leader better not act more out of character than he's already doing it.

Meanwhile, around them Ratchet hurried the pods into the Ark with his team...

And Firestar sat on Onslaught's leg allowing her mechs to caress her big belly and Swindle to put some more rings in her fingers. She looked like an Empress, surrounded by her harem of favourite mechs.

"I'll miss you both," Said Skywarp sadly to Moonracer and Wheeljack who smiled at him wishing more than ever they can hug him.

The green femme then kissed his cheek softly and whispered in his audio: "You better use those teleport skills for something useful then..."

The seeker gulped.

Then she looked at her inventor and he nodded. "Who knows...I may invent something to make you jump more... Far?"

His optics widened.

"Don't worry, I won't make you explode, I only make things explode when I want to see explosions, but when things are real... Not even smoke." The inventor assured him.

Now Skywarp's mouth formed a perfect "o" like shape.

As Astrotrain charged the energon in himself, Starscream then asked the distracted Prime. "Can I see my cousin?" Besides, he needed to tell her the news about this Megatron...

...would she believe him? Perhaps, she's just like him. Besides, Megatron still owes her and the others an apology.

The Prime just nodded, So, he let Soundwave in charge of their newborn leader to make sure he doesn't acts too out of character...more than he'd already did, and hurried after the medical team.

Elita lingered, staring at her Sire with a frown. There was definitely something wrong, she'd never seen him like that and it made her distinctly uneasy. Obviously, she was glad he hadn't said something cruel and perverted, she didn't think she could stomach another reference to having his child but...in a way, she would have preferred to receive an apology from Megatron as he normally was. Because right now, it was as though she was talking to a completely different Mech.

And she was going to get to the bottom of it.

"Thank you for letting Moonracer and Wheeljack go," she said sincerely, taking a step towards him. "It does mean a lot to me."

"It's the least I could do," he told her softly and her optics narrowed.

"Yes," she said slowly, giving Soundwave a highly suspicious look and the telepath couldn't help but shift a little guiltily. "Sire, I'm just going to have a quick word with Soundwave, okay."

He nodded agreement and she was more sure than ever that something was wrong. Everything was just too easy, he was just too passive, this was not the Megatron she knew.

"What happened?" she hissed once she and Soundwave were a few steps away. "That is not Megatron!"

"Affirmative," he sighed. "Soundwave...did not expect this."

"How did this happen?" she wanted to know.

"I wanted him to feel remorse for what he has been doing," the navy blue Mech explained. "So I caused him to have...very realistic visions."

"Visions?" she repeated in disbelief.

"Yes," he confirmed. "Some of them were...possible scenarios if he continued on certain courses of action. But the last one I..."

He paused, he had only meant to make his leader feel guilty for hurting Ivory, to see why she was so angry and bitter. But he'd gone too far and now the results could be potentially disastrous. Seeing that Elita was looking at him expectantly, he said.

"I made him dream that he was Ivory's mate and showed the happy life they had together. But the result is...he's starting to believe that dream was reality and this...is a dream."

He gestured to the surrounding area.

"How can that be?" she exclaimed, shocked at what he had done. "Megatron must know that this is real."

"His mind has been under great stress," Soundwave said softly. "Discovering you...it was a great shock to him and he had a hard time coping. He allowed the darker elements of his personality to take over and became unstable. And then I started giving him those visions, horrible ones that no bot would ever wish to experience, I have inadvertently weakened his mind, made him unconsciously desire to escape from it all. Now he is trying to escape into a fantasy that felt so real to him...a fantasy much better than the reality he is living."

He glanced over to his leader as he said. "He is angry at femmes for hurting him so he lashed out but in his fantasy, he has a family and is loved. It will be hard to bring him out of it."

"Is there anything I can do?" she questioned.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "I am not even sure if I can do anything, he must deny the fantasy himself, I cannot do it for him."

She looked over at him as well, could he do that? Tear himself out of a fantastic dream where he had everything he could want? One thing was for certain, she had never thought he would be brought low by something like this. Everyone saw him as either succeeding or being defeated in battle, something physical rather than mental.

"Thank you for trying to show him he was wrong," she said, sighing slightly.

He suddenly stiffened and she turned, letting out a little gasp as she did so. Firestar was still being attended to by her mates, with Chromia standing close by. What was worrying was that Megatron's attention had been drawn to them and he was watching them intently. Elita was instantly worried, her friend was still badly affected by her rape and she didn't think Chromia could handle any direct interaction with the Decepticon leader. But before she could stay anything, Megatron started to move.

"Sire!" she called, however he didn't seem to hear her and continued.

"Oh damn," she cursed, hurrying to catch up with him but Megatron could really move when he wanted to.

"You know she's gonna fall over if you put any more bling on her?" Chromia was saying dryly to the Combaticons, trying to be more herself.

"Hey, we just want her to know how much we appreciate her," Swindle said indignantly. "See, she looks even more beautiful."

"I'm not the only one with charms," Firestar laughed, she did feel more relaxed with them. Her due date was creeping ever closer and the sparkling seemed very aware of it.

Her smile faltered as she discerned the Decepticon leader advancing on them, Elita hot on her heels.

"What's wrong?" Chromia asked, her back was to the approaching danger. "Is it the sparkling?"

"No," Firestar said softly. "Chromia, maybe you should..."

"Is your sparkling almost due?" a rough voice asked and Chromia almost jumped out of her armour at the sound. She spun around and came face to face with Megatron.

The blue femme froze, staring up into the scarlet red optics of the Mech who had forced himself on her. She trembled a little as he looked down at her, a small frown on his face.

"We mated, didn't we?" he said, almost as though he wasn't sure if that had happened.

"You...," she stammered, trying to choke out the words but finding no voice.

"Sire," Elita said, appearing at his side. "Please, come with me."

She tugged at his arm but he didn't pay her any attention.

"Was it a son you had?" he questioned as the Combaticons wondered if they should intervene, their leader wasn't really being threatening but Chromia looked terrified. "The little one looked healthy, it's almost a shame you weren't still on the Nemesis."

"Sire," hissed Elita, now was not the time for him to be weird around her poor friend. "Unless you're saying sorry to Chromia, come with me."

He glanced down at her.

"I needed to vent," he stated, almost thoughtfully. "And she always loved interfacing, it seemed like a good solution."

Chromia stared at him in worry before involuntarily exclaiming.

"I love interfacing with my mate, no one else. I have only ever openly celebrated what we have, it was not an invitation to others and especially not to you!"

He cocked his head slightly as she glared furiously at him.

"Did you pick me because I was vulnerable?" she demanded of him. "Or was it something else. Tell me!"

"I told you, I needed a way to relieve myself," he said softly and Elita was a little disconcerted by the fact he sounded more like his old self. "So yes, you were an easy pick for that."

She opened her mouth but he added. "Although...if I hadn't taken Elita, I would have taken you as my slave. You would have suited me very well, I believe."

Her optics widened at this, he had an attraction to her?

"How can you say that?" Elita wanted to know, horrified by his words. "You've no idea how much you've hurt her."

"I think I do," he corrected her. "Besides, I would have taken her back to the Nemesis for treatment, the sparkling would have been delivered safely. I didn't realise it would come so soon."

"How couldn't it?" Chromia said furiously. "I already suffered a miscarriage, you think my chamber was in the best condition? My body couldn't cope with what happened, why didn't you just leave me after you..."

She stopped, she couldn't say it.

"After I raped you?" he offered for her making her stare.

"Yes!" she screamed, drawing her fist back and punching him in the jaw. His head snapped back but he didn't fall over instead his stance shifted into a defensive one although he made no move to hit her back. He looked at her furious expression and the optics that held fluid but nothing was spilling. He could see the angry and pain in them, because of what he'd done. She looked like she might try to punch him again but he grabbed her wrist and push it back at her.

"Go back to your mate," he told her sternly. "Work out your frustrations with him and rekindle that passion that everyone desired so much."

He gently but firmly pushed her away from him. The blue femme glared at him before turning and striding away, she couldn't look at him any longer. Before being raped, she would have happily attempted to land a few more punches on him but right now...all she wanted to do was see her son and mate again. Her emotion were going haywire, that fraggers words...how was she supposed to process that?

"You'd better go with her," Megatron informed Elita who was still at his side.

"Why did...?" she began but he suddenly wrapped an arm around her and embraced her.

She stilled, was this a sexual advance? But all that he did was hold her close and she could feel his spark beneath the battle scarred armour. It did feel strangely nice but how did it feel to him?

"Sire?" she asked softly but he was already releasing her.

"Let me know how the femmes are," he told her. "We're taking the Energon back."

"Alright," she said as he turned to gesture to Soundwave to organise the transport back. "Sire, are you sorry about what happened to Chromia?"

"I shouldn't have done that but I cannot tell you where I was when I did that," he told her with a small shrug.

"It's badly affected her," she stated, knowing it was obvious but still needing to tell him.

"Well, perhaps Soundwave should take a look at her," he said testily, causing her to blink at him.

"Onslaught," he barked to the Combaticon leader who looked up at him. "You may stay for now but return to the base later."

"Yes my lord," the combiner said dutifully, pleased that his team could spend a bit longer with their femme.

"Daughter, keep a close optic on my grandchild," he suddenly said sternly. "Prime might be a worthy mate for you but if he screws this up, I'm taking her back."

"...or kill him." He added and she almost shrugged. That sounded more like himself. "Or castrate him; if he's incapable of looking after a child, he's unworthy of his spike."

She froze at the last statement. That was...odd?

Then her sire left.

...

"A-arcee...!" Tried the blue seeker as his young lover forced him into her room and locked the door.

He was helping the medical team with the pods containing the femmes when this particular pink one jumped him and forced him to follow her to this location.

"TC... I'm hot... I need you... Now!" She hissed opening her valve cover and lubricants dripped out freely.

He gasped and covered his nose. If he smelled her potent scent, he would be unable to resist...

...well, the fact of seeing her naked... Removing her whole armour... It was making an effect even more powerful than her scent... That light pink body... Her perfectly made and curvy, goddess body...

"Thundercracker..." She practically floated towards him like a huntress... Seducing him into her spell. "Take me..." She whispered softly on his audio, sending a little breeze that made him shiver.

"A... Arcee..." He tried. "Please... We're... Near you sire... He can... He can..."

"He won't... He would think I'm busy self-servicing... However, he doesn't needs to know, I have some little help," She assured him advancing on him with her warm...perfect...

'Oh frag it all!' The blue seeker thought grabbing her waist and crushed his lips on hers.

She smirked at her triumph.

Slipstream already warned her about him trying to cover his olfactory sensors, but no mech can resist a naked femme.

"OooOoh TC~" She moaned as he swiftly entered her very much wet valve and thrust into her hard, just what she needed to get rid of her aches from days; they easily can make love after this.

And they did, he also removed his armour and now moved slowly with her, both moaning and enjoying each other, her gasping and squeaking each time he went deeper enough to reach a very sensitive cluster of nodes.

They kissed passionately-

"Arcee, sweetspark?" The Prime entered her quarters to come and see her.

"Dad! Go away! I'm busy! Ah!" She screamed at her sire trying to make Thundercracker to stay within her. "GET OUT!"

The Prime paled, flushed and hurried out from her quarters as fast as a lightning, closing the door behind him and panting furiously.

He'd almost saw his daughter... Primus forbid it!

Luckily for the lovers, she had a curtain covering the place her berth was so if her creators decided to enter when she was busy... Just in case so she can kick them away.

Now Thundercracker was petrified and shaking like a leaf in terror.

"Shh... Is ok, love, he's not going to return again... Now... move, please?" She tried.

He wasn't answering; well, at least he was still hard within her.

'He needs reassurance...' She decided in her mind, so she kissed his cheek softly and undulated her valve for him.

"Uhh... Arcee... We can't..." He stuttered.

"Hush... And make me yours... I need you... Frag me, TC...oooOh... Frag me..." She moaned and wiggled her burning body. "Need that amazingly big spike claiming every inch of my tight, little valve."

Arcee knew she was acting like a total slut, but couldn't help it, she needed THIS mech!

The seeker couldn't help but chuckle at her attempts of trying to talk dirty. He was still scared from her sire's sudden appearance, but couldn't let this damsel unattended...

...this beautiful femme... So hot... So...

"Ohh TC... Ohh... I love you... Yes... Ohh..." She suddenly moaned as he rolled his hips and his optics widened.

Could it be?

Or was it an aftereffect from taking her virginity?

Anyways, he wanted her as his mate... But still wondered if she would felt the same once her heat was over.

He hoped she does, because he wants her... He...

"I love you too.. So much... My Arcee..."

She grinned and they kissed still making love.

Author's note. How does Arcee and Thundercracker's relationship progress? What will happen to the Decepticon femmes? Find out next time, until then.