Sorry for the really slow updates. But I have now been transferred into a different department so my hours are going to be cut back so I'll have more time to help with all of this. And here's something I'm going to point out, I may be stating the obvious or have said this already but, when you have dead weight on you, you can't move. So when Megatron was on the ground, Optimus was acting as dead weight and the tree helped to push him down even further. You try getting someone to lie on you and then try to move them. Like here's an example. I fell asleep next to one of my old friends and she rolled on top of me. I couldn't get out because she was dead weight and normally I could have picked her up. That was one of the few problems I had with some readers. I love you for reading my fan fiction but there are some small sciences that make these things easier to explain if people can grasp them, and Jadedfalcon, thank you for being so loyal. You are everywhere. I found you at the other fan fiction site. That was kind of cool. And I still thank all of you others out there. It's not easy when you work 40 hours a week or more. Oh, did anyone get my joke? It was a quote from G1 Megatron.

Samantha was up and running again. Megatron was still practicing patience but his patience was starting to run thin. Inferno stayed in his room, waiting for his next orders. Waspinator was out in the fields, smelling flowers, gathering fruits for Samantha, things like that. Scorpinoc was still trying to mess with her computer, not getting anywhere with it. Terrorsaur was keeping to himself, all the things he had seen, he wanted out of his mind. Tarantulas was still bitter towards Dinobot and Rattrap for what had happened. Black Arachnia was looking for something in her room, almost tearing it apart. Something a little more subtle and suitable for Samantha, no more leather… well… maybe a little. Megatron couldn't wait any longer. He was at his max. He went in search of Samantha.

Samantha was sitting in a field of flowers, taping Waspinator buzz around.

"So what are you thinking about now Waspinator?"
Waspinator turned and looked at her camera. He tapped the lens.

"Why you alwayzz carry thizz with you?"

"I like to document things. Keeps it fresh in my mind. Making memories kind of thing, though this is one of the few times I have had anyone really talk to the camera."

Waspinator tapped it again.

"Wazzpinator in there?"
"Later on yes. I have you saved on a disk that's inside of here. Then I put this on my computer and you'll see yourself."
Waspinator just tilted his head and went back to the flowers. She started to laugh and continued to film him.

"This is our Waspinator for you. He's a lot like Shrapnel."

Waspinator turned and looked back at her. Samantha shouldn't have said that.

"You know… from what I've heard about him."

Waspinator turned back to his flowers. Dodged that bullet. She turned off her camera and layback down, hiding herself in the flowers. The sun was so bright. Fall should be coming soon. The wind blew like it was just around the corner. She felt the wind brush against her, her hair lightly moving in the wind. She was at peace. She could still hear Waspinator still picking flowers and buzzing to the next one. She felt the wind again, wait… that wasn't the wind. That was something else this time. She opened her eyes and saw Waspinator looking down at her.

"Did Wazzpinator wake you?"
"No. I wasn't even sleeping. Almost, but not quite."

"Wazzpinator zzorry."

"It's okay. Happens all of the time. I'm usually a light sleeper nowadays. What is it that you wanted?"
Waspinator started to shift himself around. He was being shy. He got this way when he was trying to do something nice for her. He lifted up his arms from behind his back and placed a crown of flowers on her head. Before pulling away, he kissed her cheek. She looked at him, losing his gaze. He was so cute when he was like this. She sat behind him and held on.

"Thank you Waspinator. I love it."

"Really?"
"Yes. I really appreciate these little things that you do for me."

She hugged him from behind and he held her hands.

"Not fair…"
"What's not fair?"
"Megatron getzz all time with you. Wazzpinator get no time. Wazzpinator had first. Wazzpinator love you like little zzizzter."

"I know Waspinator. I love you too. But you're not losing a friend Waspinator; I'm just being stretched thin right now. But I promise we'll spend more time together."

"Promizze?"

"Promise."

She let go of him so he could turn around and gives her a proper hug. She looked up at the sun.

"We should be heading back. Megatron is probably wondering where we are right now.

"Zztupid Megatron…"

"Waspinator. That wasn't nice."

Waspinator just continued to mumble to himself. He transformed, lowered himself and allowed her to climb on his back. She had her basket full of flowers, fruits and her camera. He flew off the ground, holding her with his two hind legs, knowing she would fall asleep on him.

Megatron was going from room to room looking for her. Everyone said the same thing. Waspinator. He went to Waspinator's room but no one was there. He was becoming furious. This overwhelming sensation to mate was killing him. If she didn't come soon, there was no telling what he was going to do. He really didn't want to spend the night by himself. (You know what I'm talking about) He went outside to wait for her return. He leaned against the ship and kept his eyes out to the slowly darkening sky. It was already a dark blue with greens and pinks and oranges around where the sun had gone down over the hill. The other side of the hill had some of the sun and yellows but not from where he was standing. He saw something flying closer to him. He adjusted his scanners in his optics to get a better look. Samantha had passed out of Waspinator's back. Typical. Waspinator took his time getting back to the base. He didn't want to drop her. He landed in front of the base, not noticing Megatron standing in the shadows. He nudged her and she was forced to wake up. She looked around then stood up. Waspinator transformed and held onto her side. She was staring at the ground when she saw feet. She looked up and saw Megatron. He was tapping his finger on his forearm. She knew he was angry. There was only one thing she could say.

"Hi…"

That was it. He grabbed her from Waspinator and threw the basket at him. He rushed her off back into the base. She was tripping over herself trying to keep up. She didn't quite know what was going to happen to her at that point. Megatron has been that angry before but that anger was never directed towards her. Perhaps she did something she wasn't supposed to. These thoughts kept penetrating her mind and she ran behind him, trying to look at his face, but the angle he carried himself at was making it difficult. Samantha saw his room come into view, there was no way he wanted to do that now. He opened the door, almost ripping it off in an attempt to get there faster then tossing her onto the bed. He did want to after all. Megatron was trying to be as calm as possible but it was difficult. He was becoming adjacent to Optimus. He wouldn't allow that, but this hunger. It was driving him inane, perhaps when it was finally out of his system, things would be better. Samantha just lay there, waiting, seeing what Megatron would do next. She was expecting him to be his usual gentle self with her. This wasn't the case. He was more savage this time. She wouldn't fight back though. She and Megatron hadn't been together for over a week now. There were times when they had gotten close but never went the whole way through. It was time she let him have his way. Sometimes she was too loyal for her own good. At first, he managed to control himself. She was fully undressed in a matter of seconds and that's all it took for his mind to snap. He couldn't face her so he placed her body to the front of her bed. He could see her back and feel no pain or remorse as he ravaged her. There was no time to think this time, no lubricant being used. They both knew what was going to happen by the time he was through. There would be more then one thing staining her bed this time. Neither made a sound as they moved. She held onto her blankets for dear life and he held onto her waist. Partly to help her move and the other was his way of begging forgiveness. She wouldn't hold something like this against him. There was nothing he could do that would ever make her hate or betray him. She could feel the love he had even though he was afraid to share it with anyone. Once society has deemed you a certain way, you almost never have a choice to fight against. (I call it the blonde principle. People dub blondes to be stupid, some of them are really smart but can play into the "oh I'm blonde so I'm dumb, spell it out for me" because they can get away with it. They may not be dumb but can use that to their advantage to fuck you over. Not trying to put anyone down but being an observer, I've seen things like that happen a lot.) Megatron had been labeled a monster from the day of his creation. He had little to no choice to make that statement a reality. Now he was proving all those bastards on Cybertron right. He was no better then the common criminal. Hurting an innocent like this. If he had the ability to feel sorrow, he was now overwhelmed with it. His grip tightened around her. She made a slight sound; grabbing and pushing into her abdominal cause her to let something slip. It may have border-lined rape but he was still trying to be gentle. This damn feeling, it was consuming. Almost like when you first come into power, if you don't fight the urge you will end up abusing it. And that's just what he was doing. Abusing something that he loved. He had to stop, even if he wasn't finished. She was, long ago. She was just putting up with him now, or so how he looked at it. He pulled away from her, letting her rest. She was hardly breathing, and this feeling still lingered. He fought it off for a while, just enough time to cover her, noting the blood he saw. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, if that had been his bottom lip, he would have bitten hard enough to bleed himself. He bent over her as he covered her and lightly spoke into her ear.

"I'm sorry…"

There was so much more he wanted to say but found she had already passed out. The pain was that bad. He was a monster. There it was again. That feeling. It just wouldn't go away. He felt like screaming. He was satisfied, why wasn't it going away. It wasn't satisfied. This emotion wanted more. It had been used the neglected for too long. It wanted out and it wanted out now. It had tasted the outside and liked it. It wasn't going to go back into its cage and be dormant for the rest of his life. No. It had to find a new target, someone who could handle him in this state of mind. Megatron found himself wandering around the base. It's like his mind had shut down the rest of his functions and was now just running on impulse. By the time he had regained control, he found himself in front of Inferno's room. Oh not him, anyone but him. Megatron found himself opening the door and looking down at Inferno, who was sleeping in his little cot, not really a cot but it wasn't really a bed either. More like a mattress on the floor. Megatron knelt down and shook Inferno. Inferno opened his eyes, looking sleepily at Megatron, almost instinctively sitting up once he saw him.

"Royalty…"
"Inferno, I need a favor from you."
Inferno got up off the floor and stood in front of his leader.

"Yes Royalty, anything you need."
Megatron pinned him against the wall and lifted Inferno's left leg to about waist high.

"Royalty… what are you…"
"I need you to not talk Inferno. This'll make things easier for the both of us."

"But…"
"What did I just tell you?"

Inferno didn't open hi mouth again after that, oh but how he wanted to. Remember, Inferno, up to this point, was a virgin himself. The only time he had violated that was when he was with Samantha. But this time as different. He wasn't with a female this time. No, this time his queen decided to reward him. That's all he cared about. It was his turn to receive his royalty's love. As Megatron lifted himself up, Inferno felt the urge to scream and let all of the heavens know he now truly belonged to the royalty but was still under orders to say nothing as this action took place. Inferno put his hands behind the Royalty's head, holding him closer. Inferno wanted to embrace him but was being thrown furiously against the wall. All Inferno could do was hold on. Megatron knew full well what he was doing, and hated himself for it. He was just using them to satisfy his own lust. Once this was over, he would beg for forgiveness, already knowing he would receive it but was ready to earn it. Inferno was on the verge of tears. How long had they been doing this? Hours, days, it almost felt like years. In reality, it had been hours but they had coupled continuously, feverously, there was no telling the beginning from the end. Inferno had already come countless times, and Megatron still had more then enough left in him. Inferno didn't know how much longer he could last. He lasted much longer then Samantha had but was losing strength. His legs were about to give way. Megatron could sense this. He was almost out of energy himself. This would be the last time he forced himself deep inside of Inferno. Inferno was squeezing the royalty's shoulders, holding on to this last round. Inferno almost lost it when Megatron came for the final time. Megatron had to pull away. He collapsed on the floor. Megatron sat there, breathing heavily, trying to get himself back from the brink. He looked up at Inferno. He was still standing. How was that even possible? Then he noticed. Inferno had fainted on his feet and slowly began to slide down the wall. Once his body hit the floor, he slumped over to the right. Megatron just stared at him, not knowing what to do now. He couldn't just abandon Inferno. He had already left Samantha by herself while he pleasured himself with Inferno. There was no choice. They all had to sleep together. Megatron continued to sit there until his strength came back. He looked around and saw the mess they had made. Megatron had made his own run down Inferno's legs and spill onto the floor, while inferno's had been pressed against their bodies and he made them more slippery. This mess would be cleaned up later. He went back over to Inferno, almost falling over as he tried to get up. He grabbed Inferno and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him back to his quarters. This was going to be interesting to explain in the morning, even more so if he ran into anyone on the way back to his quarters.