Uprooted and Transformed: Chapter 3

Ok, there is a bit of an M rated seen in this chapter. I'm putting a spin on an idea from Morrigayn DeWyvern in a story she once had posted. Its beginning and end will be marked with this thingy: ~~~~~oooOOOooo~~~~~. If you are under 18, please don't that read, it will damage you. For those of you who are experienced in that sort of thing, keep in mind I am a virgin. I only read that stuff to get an idea on how fanfic authors describe this intimacy between Cybertronians. It may or may not uphold to your expectations. Other than that, please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Transformers. I just play with them. I only own my OC's.

Communication:

:: comm. link ::

- Bondmates/sparkmates -

~: creator/creation bond :~

: sibling bond :

~ spark twin bond ~

Thoughts/memories/flashbacks/dreams

[symbiot/symbiot carrier]

Seeker Cant

= Cybertronian language =


Awareness was slow in coming. She kept fading in and out of consciousness for quite some time. Finally, her body crashed and slept of the rest of the drug. The next time she awoke, her mind was clear. She opened her optics to find the world was dark. She sat up and looked around. Her siblings were sleeping in different areas of the small makeshift shelter. She got up and began to walk to the entrance of the shelter. Walking was going to take same getting used to. It felt like she was walking in boots, so it wouldn't take too long.

The femme looked up into the night sky. The sky was clear and held thousands of bright stars. Two moons, one the size of a half dollar and the other the size of a dime, lit up the sky. The ground below looked like a desert, but it lacked the occasional glisten that sand had. She looked back to her siblings. They were all Cybertronian, Seekers. And they all still had their hair. Michelle's, long and light blonde. Joel's short and dark brown. Mycah's a chocolate brown and it fell at her midback. And Jere-

Wait, were was Jeremy? He wasn't in the shelter. The femme went outside. She looked around the shelter and found a black and silver triple-changer on the roof of the shelter. She recognized the short, slightly messy, thick dark brown hair and short beard of her younger, yet taller, brother. His optics were a deep brown and shone brightly in the semi-darkness.

She found a way to climb up the rumble that made up the shelter and stood beside him. She only came up to his shoulder, which was no surprise. He had retained his height even through the transformation.

"You should be inside recovering."

"I'm fine now. My processer is clear and I'm not tired, really."

"Still, take it easy." He turned to face her. "What did he do to you?"

"Who?" The femme asked, cocking her helm.

"Shockwave. You were pretty drugged up when we got to you. What happened?"

She opened her mouth, only to close it again. What did happen? She couldn't remember. The only clear memories she had were of them being taken through a ground bridge and then when she awoke to Soundwave's symbiots fighting over sitting on her chestplates.

"I … don't remember. Only going through the ground bridge and then waking up to Soundwave's symbiots. That's it."

Jeremy frowned. "Nothing else?"

She shook her head. He sighed, turning back to the horizon. His wings twitched. She looked around their shelter. Except for a few distant crumbling buildings, there was nothing but what she could only assume was rust. Her wings picked up the subtle breeze coming from the right, which barely played with her hair.

"Which way is east?" she asked suddenly.

"If Cybertron is anything like Earth, that way." He said, pointing to up ahead.

She looked to the right. "A southern wind." She muttered.

He looked at her funny. "Wind?"

"Yes, there is a southern breeze. You should feel it with your wings."

He started to slowly fan his wings, turning them to potentially catch the wind. After a minute, he shook his head. "Sorry, I don't feel anything."

She looked at her pedes, then looked to the east. Something on the horizon puzzled her. She allowed her optics to zoom in on the anomaly. Cybertronians' optics were just like a humans' eyes, except that they are much sharper and can zoom in on an object. If she was correct, there was smoke on the horizon.

"Jeremy, look there." She tried to project over the bond what she saw.

He looked in that direction. He squinted his optics and stared. "Yeah, there's something out there. It isn't Shockwave's lab. That's in the opposite direction."

"Should we head for it tomorrow?"

He frowned and looked to the west. "As much as I would rather let everyone rest, we need to keep moving. We don't know if Shockwave is looking for us or not. It would be for the best, but we'll pray about it when the others wake up. I don't want to go in the wrong way and run into more Decepticons."

The femme nodded. They were silent for a moment before she spoke to her brother, "Do you want to get some sleep? I can keep watch."

"Yeah, I probably should. I have been carrying you around all day." He said with a smirk, handing her a rifle. "Don't use it unless you have to. It's only have full." With that, he headed back inside.

She took the rifle, glaring at her brother's back, and began to survey the landscape through the night.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

By the time morning came, Jessika was convinced that the days here were definitely longer than those back on Earth. Dawn didn't come as quickly as she anticipated, even if she had awakened the night before just an hour after the sun went down. Jeremy had been keeping watch long into the night cycle before she awoke.

She had awakened her siblings at the crack of dawn. They cracked opened up some of their precious energon cubes, but soon encountered a problem. Joel and Michelle were purging it up about an hour after they had consumed their cubes. They complained that their stomachs … tanks … were hurting up until they purged them. Jessika could only conclude that they were, in Cybertronian terms, suckling younglings. Cybertronian offspring don't wean off their creators' energon until they were young adults. From birth till adulthood, when their sparks, bodies, and CPU's had finished developing, they would nurse from both their parents … creators. For the two youngest in the group, this was bad news. Now there was a way to bypass that problem, and that was by connecting the tanks of both parties via a special chord. Another way was to purge partially digested energon into an empty cube and give this to the youngling in need, but neither way were anywhere near as good or healthy as the first. If she remembered correctly, the last two methods were discouraged.

They had to reach Iacon. Fast. Jessika wondered if her reproductive systems were online since she was a full-fledged adult back on Earth. The idea was met with major disappointment. Her systems lay dormant.

From that point on, there was no full night's sleep … recharge. The siblings only recharged a few hours at a time, constantly moving. Cybertron's sun was much brighter than Earth's sun ever was, causing Jessika to constantly shield her optics. But she seemed to be the only one having a problem. Her siblings were only mildly squinting. She had to completely shield he optics and follow them using her EM field and her wings. They helped her see, without actually seeing, just fine.

They continued on foot for several days without so much as a trace of anything. They also had to recharge on the ground. Joel and Michelle were still purging their energon, but were getting a bit better at keeping it down.

A couple of days later, they ran out of cubes. Now their priority was finding an energon source. Without one, they could online. They could see some ruins off in the distance, but it was going to take days more to get to it.

God was going to have to provide on this one. They needed out of this endless desert and they needed fuel. They prayed and cried out to the Lord for fuel and shelter. Every day their frames got weaker and tempers got shorter. They had next to no tolerance left for the heat and no insulation for the cold. Yet they felt that God would provide.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

Fourteen Cybertronian days had past since they left Shockwave's lab. They had now come upon what Jessika had seen in the distance that night. It had been at one point a someone's home, now burned. The fires had long gone dead. The structure of the home still had integrity. Whatever had attacked this place had left in a hurry. There were better ways of burning something to the ground.

After spending hours searing the house, they found a treasure trove in the underground region. Crates of processed energon. Safe for consumption. The group rejoiced and took a tenth of the cubes and stashed them in another area. These they would not touch unless God said otherwise. These were His.

When they had drunk heir fill, Jessika continued to explore the underground regions and came across a large underground river filled with energon. Crystals of many different colors and other metal plants grow around the river. There was also what looked like a contraption for extracting energon from the fast-paced river.

She reported her findings to her siblings. God had provided them with a means to survive. The energon here was easier on the tanks of the youngest two as well.

There was another river a few minutes away from the dwelling. This one was of oil. Clear, cool oil. This was better suited for bathing and washing. It flowed at a much gentler pace than the energon one. It was also wider and shallower. The siblings were able to rid themselves of the rust that had collected in their inner workings and under their plating.

Other things in the house that they found were blankets, various tools, metal berths (although the ground tended to be more comfortable), and some electronic equipment. But they couldn't use those cause they couldn't read a lick of Cybertronian.

Over the next couple of weeks, 14 Cybertronian days, they made they house their own. They discovered that one Cybertronian day was about 7 Earth days. They also found out that Michelle could shift into most animals that came to mind. Joel could clone himself for a short period of time. Mycah could heal, and Jeremy had great strength and speed. Jessika, though, appeared to have no special abilities, unless you call seeing and hearing things that nobody else did a power. Michelle suggested that she may have hyper-sensitive senses. It seemed to make sense, but she didn't dwell on it too much. They had other problems, like finding and getting to Iacon before Shockwave or any other Decepticon found them.

~~~~~oooOOOooo~~~~~

It had now been a few months since they had found this place. They counted the days, weeks, and months like Earth days, weeks, and months. Things were going well for the most part. They had established a watch system. Jeremy kept watch most of the day period with Joel relieving him for breaks and Jessika overlapped with Joel during the night. The other two tended to keep the house. When they weren't keeping watch, they were trying to find the best route to Iacon. Most of this had to be bathed is prayer, though, cause they had absolutely no idea where to go.

To make matters worse, something was wrong with Jessika. Her wings were becoming more and more sensitive and her frame felt like it was becoming swollen. After a few days, her armor felt like it was too tight and she and her siblings began to notice that she was producing a weird scent. After about a week, she could no longer wash off the scent and every touch, no matter how light, hurt. If the wing blew wrong, her wings hurt. She was also, for once, hotter than the others. Her only relief, was the oil river that flowed near the house a couple of miles away. If she wasn't keeping watch, she was in the oil river, where the cool oil quelled the heat and was gentle with her wings.

A few days into the second week, she was cooling in her favorite spot into the river, when she heard the sound of jets overhead. She opened her optics and saw shadows dancing on the ground. When she looked up, her spark froze. There were dozens of jets high up in the air with large wingspans circling and colliding with each other. Jessika could not see them clearly enough to tell whether or not they were Decepticons. If she went back to the house, she would reveal the location of her family, if they had not been discovered yet. Plus, it didn't look like the jets were trying to kill each other, so she waited and watched to see what they were up to.

After a jet lost, he would leave, without so much as a glance toward the ground. Eventually, only two jets were left, the biggest ones. One green and red. The other was blue and yellow. But instead of fighting each other as she expected, the two began to slowly spiral closer to the ground. Soon they were close enough that she could see that they had extensions on their wings, and they were Decepticons. Fear for her family coursed through her for a moment, but instead of shooting her or zooming in to capture her, they seemed to slow there movements. She could also faintly hear the sound singing on the wind.

As the jets circled, singing their song, something stirred within Jessika. Her wings twitched and her frame itched to join them in the sky, but she lack the ability to do so. Instead, she sat there in the oil river.

The jets eventually stopped singing and spiraled closer to the ground before coming to a stop several feet away from her. Her fear spiked as the jets transformed and landed. The two looked identical, save for the paint. They were also Seekers. They were giving her confused looks. The blue one asked something. She shrugged. She had no idea as to what they were saying. They two looked at each other and began to converse over a private connection. Various emotions played across their face plates. Then they looked at her and the blue one began to make his way towards her, holding a servo back to signal the green one to stay put.

She hissed at him, flaring her wings high and wide in attempt to tell him to stay back. Blue ignored her, slowly coming closer, wings swaying in circular motions, singing softy. His EM field brushed against her own and she retracted hers in response. She was still not sure what they wanted.

The wind picked that time to blow from the Seekers' direction and with it came a scent Jessika had never smelt before. It was thick, musty almost, and it caused her frame to heat up in response. Instinctively, she inhaled another deeper breath of it and heat began to pool in her lower regions. Her spark rate sped up and her wings began to pulse in time with it. She let out a soft sound as tingles raced through her lower regions.

She heard Blue speak again. When she looked up, he was much closer, and had opened his pelvic plating, revealing his penis … spike … standing tall and thick. Her optics widened. She looked back at Green. His was out too. Fear and determination raced through her spark. No, she would not have sex with these mechs. She wanted to wait until God brought along the right man for her. She didn't want it to happen like this!

She snarled at the Seeker who was now too close to the bank. She took a step back as Blue kept coming. He continued to speak in soft tones and his field touched hers once more. This time, she actually felt the emotions it brought. Soothing, encouragement, safety, promise.

She looked into his optics. His scent was much stronger now as he was only a few feet from her. His left servo extended towards her right wing. She could felt the deepness of his voice as he spoke. She looked back at Green to find that he had not come any closer. She looked at Blue. His optics were gentle, yet held great strength. She asked God again and again for a way of escape. To flee from these mechs, but only found her heart … spark …being pulled toward them. She asked Him, Are these the ones You've picked? They're not even human! All she got back was peace. After a few moments of battling with her spirit and her processor, she gave in. She sighed, shoulders slumping and wings low. She closed her optics. Let's just get this over with, she thought. She then felt a servo on her wing. Touching, caressing, gentle. She opened she optics to the approving purr of Blue. He stopped and took her much smaller servo in his own and began to lead her out of the river.

Once they were on dry land and with the green Seeker, she then got a good look at their height. They were about twice her height, a little less. They both felt the same. Well, not their fields. These were very different. But their spark energy was the same. Blue sat down, followed by Green. Blue still had her servo and tugged on it slightly to coax her to sit between them. She reluctantly complied.

Green began to touch her wings as Blue began to touch her and encourage her to touch him. Soon there was a big pile of green and blue external armor, leaving the softer protoform armor that every transformer is born with exposed.

By now jessika was getting quite hot. Strong pleasure coursed through her as they touched her. Never harming her, never hurting her. Only gentleness. Green got a bit rougher as time went on, but it was ok still. She couldn't stop some of the soft sounds that resulted from their touches. She had never felt like this before. She gasped as Blue began to rub her own panel. He found a rhythm and kept at it, trying to coax the panel to open.

It wasn't long before she couldn't take it anymore and her panel opened of its own accord. Then Blue began to circle his digits around her opening. She now couldn't stop any sound. She mewled as he touched her platelets, upon occasion stroking the top node.

After a while, Blue made a displeased sound and stopped stroking. While a whine from Jessika of disappointment, Blue gently took her chin and lifted it to meet his optics. When she gave him optic contact, he took is servo and tapped her chestplates.

She scrunched her optic ridges as he tapped them again. It dawned on her. They wanted her to merge her spark with theirs. She panicked for a moment. She knew what merging sparks did. It bound two or more Cybertronians together until death. Literally. She still wanted to experience marriage, to a man of her own. Soothing strokes were applied to her wings as Green shifted to face her. Blue stroked her hair whispering in more soothing tones. They were not here to hurt her. They wanted to help her. She looked into their optics. Trust. They wanted her to trust them.

With a sigh of resignation, she sent the command to part her chestplates, bathing both Seekers in golden light. She and her siblings had discovered spark merging a long time ago to help strengthen their sibleing bond, or else she wouldn't know how to do so.

Both Seekers' optics widened and their mouths dropped open in awe at her spark. Blue slowly reached out and reverently caressed it. Jessika had to bite back a keen as her head flew back and pleasure stronger than before coursed through her, strongest inside her chest. The hand … servo … soon stopped and let she catch her breath. When her optics cleared, she looked at them and their own chestplates parted and spark casing spiraled open.

She blinked a couple of times at the sight of their sparks. Two sparks that possessed the exact same blue shade and spark pulse. Split sparks. They are split spark twins! She looked at their faces in slight awe. They smiled and placed their servos, Blue's left and Greens right, on her back, on above the other. Their sparks left their casings and merged into one whole spark. Then they began to bring her closer to their spark. Anticipation caused her spark to race as their casings barely touched and her spark's tendrils began to touch theirs. After a moment's hesitation, her spark quickly latched onto theirs and high amounts of energy filled her spark to overflowing. Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure she had never know to even exist or imagine blazed through her entire frame. Her spark seemed to be sucking energy from their spark. It was so much, yet it needed so much more.

She became aware of their names. Dreadwing. Skyquake. She heard, felt, her own name and her OC name from her old fanfic said by the twin Seekers. Jessika. Wing Saber. She was vaguely aware of them bringing her closer as fierce protectiveness similar to Jeremy's flared from them.

Her frame was locking up. They were fighting the bond that was beginning to form between them. She saw short clips of their memories as the fought the bond. She wasn't sure they would succeed, but at that moment she had her first orgasm … overload … in her existence. The pleasure seemed to go on forever before winding down and she slumped against Dreadwing, exhausted.

Data raced across her HUD and she could feel data packets uncurling throughout her frame. The nonsense that had been script such in the vision were now beginning to make sense. She vaguely noticed that her energon levels were low.

An alert popped up in red, telling her what her pain sensors were already telling her. her new inner wing structures hurt.

"Jessika, Little One, I know it hurts, but you need to pump your wings. You must get the excess fluid into them before they dry."

Dreadwing. She tried to pump her wings, but it was hard to move them. A pair of servos, Skyquake's probably, started massaging the base of each inner wing. As he massaged them, the pain began to subside and it became easier to move them. Once they were fully erect, she thought about slipping into recharge she was so exausted, but Dreadwing had other ideas.

"Little One, look." He said.

She looked behind her and saw her inner wings. Just like the twins, hers looked like butterfly's wings. Tey were the same rosy pink shade and the highlights on her armor.

They're pretty, she thought before laying her helm on Dreadwing's now closed chestplates and quickly slipped into recharge.

~~~~~oooOOOooo~~~~~

As the femme Seeker's wings hardened, Dreadwing stroked her hair. It was a strange thing. Then again, everything about this femme was strange. From what little memories he and his brother saw before the Imprinting was complete, she did not come online a Cybertronian, but an organic life form. And if he saw right, she and others with her had ties to Shockwave, a Decepticon scientist who was greatly feared by bot and con alike. To be out here, she likely escaped.

~ She could be our mate, Dreadwing. It felt right. She's the one. ~

Dreadwing looked down at the recharging Seeker.

~ Yes, I felt it, too. But it will not be good for her. You saw her memories. If she did escape Shockwave, she is in danger. Even if that is an error, if we bring her back to base, her future will be bleak. You know what our lord has done to femmes in the past. ~

~ Yes … ~ said Skyquake, reluctantly. His brother was right. Either way, she was in danger.

The two were tired themselves and decided to recharge before their rutting frames decided to follow through with their base protocols.


There's that. There will be another M scene in the next chapter, but not one as long. Its 5:30 in the morning here and I'm tired. I'm going to bed.