Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. This idea was in response to an inspirational survey/poll I had done. While I will try my best at many of the ideas, one had to be first, and after another little push, this idea was born. Prowl is getting bigger, Starscream has reluctantly joined the Autobots for his sparkmates' sakes, and Sentinel has been missing. Skyburner, Lowrider, and Openroad are my creations. This contains slash and M preg. No like – No read. You are warned. This is strictly fan fic, based off transformers animated. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticisms welcome. Enjoy!
(3 months later)
The Autobots are worried, as no one had heard from Sentinel Prime for quite some time. It was not like him to be missing this long, but with the oaf's big mouth, he could certainly get himself into situations that he would not be able to get himself out of. But on the Autobot side, things had changed.
Starscream, having come in a few months ago beaten down and broken was still recovering with the help of his sparkmates Prowl and Jazz. The Autobots had been shocked when the news first broke, but by now, the novelty had worn off, and Starscream was considered to be part of the team, even though the seeker did not feel like he was nor did he feel like everyone trusted him yet, but the seeker's sparkmates reminded him to give the others time, as they did not know the seeker as well as his sparkmates did. Although Prowl's extremely swollen abdomen was still the talk as the other Autobots, other than the sparkmates and Ratchet, wondered what exactly the sparklings would be like.
Meanwhile, having slowly gotten used to the otherwise foul touches, sentinel could feel his body temperature rise as his tormentor once again began to run his hand along the plows most sensitive areas. Sentinel having learned not to fight it, gave it – he was broken. Now, the tormentor knew he could push it to the next level.
The tormentor, having taken his own covering off his interfacing area, began to take the armor off of the Autobot, and received no fight. The tormentor smiled. i Soon/i he thought i soon you will be mine/i. And with that, the tormentor brought a new level of need to Sentinel. Sentinel was so turned on that he would now agree or do anything just to feel more pleasure. Unfortunately, the tormentor knew this. i Now it is time to move in for the kill /i thought the tormentor, a Cheshire cat sinister grin appearing on the tormentor's face. Things were not looking good for Sentinel, but then he was such a pompous afthead that many were not missing him.
Meanwhile, back at the Autobot base, Prowl was on bedrest, as he was hardly able to move on his own. Starscream and Jazz did their best to help him maintain as much independence as possible, though that was very difficult. Ultra Magnus had gotten over the shock of an Elite Guard soldier falling for a non-Elite Guard member, and actually was happy to see that the trio was very happy with each other. Though he was the leader of the Autobots, Ultra Magnus knew finding one's sparkmate was important, as even he, Ultra Magnus, had found love at one point, though his mate had been lost many years ago, just as the war started.
Prowl, Jazz, and Starscream were sleeping on a large berth in Prowl's old room. Prowl was feeling a little squished, but loved none the less. But Prowl suddenly felt a little strange – he was in pain and felt something dripping down his leg. Prowl adjusted his optics and saw that oil was covering his legs as well as the berth and the legs of his sparkmates. Since he was in the middle, Prowl had little room to move and was desperately trying to wake his sparkmates. Starscream woke quickly, having received the worried pulse in his spark. Jazz took a little longer, but Starscream soon solved that as he sent a strong pulse of "get up you Lazy aft" to the car, and Jazz shot up in surprise. Both then looked at Prowl, who was grimacing in pain, then they saw the oil on the berth, on themselves, and on their sparkmate. Oh shit both thought collectively the sparklings are coming, and are coming now!
Meanwhile, back in the Decepticon brig, Sentinel was out of his processor, lust clouding his judgment. The tormentor had one hand on Sentinel's cable while the other was rubbing delicate and extremely sensitive wires in the plow's aft port. Sentinel just melted as the tormentor kept touching him in the most sensitive places. Sentinel no longer cared if he was an Autobot, a Decepticon, or a pile of scrap – all he knew was that he wanted this tormentor to take him, and make him his. The tormentor smiled, as he lined up his cable with Sentinel's leaking port – this was going to be too easy. And as the tormentor slowly pushed his cable into Sentinel's virgin front port, he received a lustful moan from the bot beneath him. Then, Megatron knew he could mold this bot into whatever he wanted, and that was two things 1 – a Decepticon and 2 – Megatron's sparkmate. And the sadistic pleasure that Megatron was getting out of this was beyond words.
"Ah yes, you please me" said Megatron in his booming voice, but Sentinel was too far gone to recognize who it really was. And since Megatron kept up the wonderful, lustful ministrations, Sentinel answered through a haze of bliss
"Please…please don't stop…ugh..ugh" Sentinel truly was gone, so Megatron moved in for the kill as he noticed Sentinel's spark was attempting to break out of its chamber. This was exactly what Megatron had been waiting three months for.
"Oh, I won't stop, but you have to do two things for me" replied the leader, though he was turned on, he was in much better control of his systems than the bot beneath him.
"Anything, just don't …don't..st…stop" replied Sentinel as another wave of pleasure hit him.
"you must agree to join the Decepticons, and you must become my sparkmate or else this will stop" replied the cold, cruel Megatron, hoping he had pushed the Autobot far enough to force the squirming plow to agree.
Sentinel responded instantly, his emotions and hormones taking over "I agree…I agree…I agreeeee", the last coming as Sentinel felt his spark burst forth, indicating the truth of what he said. Megatron just smiled sinisterly.
"Well done, my minion. You have joined the right side and have earned the right to be my mate" replied Megatron, as he continued to thrust his cable deep inside Sentinel's front port and brought his own spark out. Sentinel's was pure blue while Megatron's was an ugly green. The two sparks bonded and then merged, as Megatron released himself inside Sentinel, knowing that Sentinel not only was his mate and now a Decepticon, but also would be with sparkling, as Megatron wanted to build up his army. Sentinel, after overloading, fell into recharge, but not so Megatron. "Rest now, my love, for soon we will go after your former teammates" stated Megatron, pleased to see the evil smile come across Sentinel's face.
Meanwhile, Jazz and Starscream were doing their best to bring their grimacing and oil-leaking sparkmate to the makeshift med bay. Ratchet, surprised to see the trio then looked at Prowl. Oh shit thought Ratchet the sparklings are coming now, but why now?. But Ratchet put his attitude aside when he saw the oil dripping down Prowl's lower extremities. Yes, the sparklings were coming now and were going to wait for no one.
In fact, as Ratchet helped get Prowl on the berth, he found that Prowl's covering for his interfacing area was moving off, the cable was tucking itself away and the port was growing and expanding, in essence prepping for the sparking of sparklings. Jazz and Starscream stood beside the berth, but out of Ratchet's way as neither wanted to get hurt nor did they want the sparklings hurt by pissing off the medic. Ratchet looked and could see the first sparkling fighting its way to get out of the opening. Prowl let out a yell, both sparkmates realizing just how much pain the bot was in as Prowl never yelled out unless it was too overwhelming. But Ratchet just focused on helping the little one out.
Before too long, the first born, a little gold and red mech seekerling was sparked, and Starscream named the little one Skyburner. If one thing was evident, Skyburner had definitely inherited Screamer's vocal processors, as the little mech screamed at going from the nice warm and tight space he had been in to the cold, open space of the room he was now in and the little one wanted to make sure everyone knew he was not happy. Jazz just looked over at Screamer, as if to say, "Congrats, you have one who is just like you." Starscream just smiled as he looked at their first born.
Soon, though, a second one was sparked, and this blue and red seekerling mech was very rambunctious and while this one was a screamer, he was more interested in exploring the area around him. Starscream took one look at the little seekerling, before looking at Jazz who nodded, and then Starscream named the little one Thundercracker. Jazz, although feeling a little left out, was soon filled with love, as he realized that Prowl needed both of them to help him. Starscream gently lay the seekerling down next to his brother, as the third seekerling was now being sparked.
Ratchet was "sweating" as the third little seekerling, a purple and black mech, came quietly out of the port. This little one was very nervous, and shook, rather than screamed when he was held in the medic's hands. But before Starscream could even say anything, Jazz named the little one Skywarp. Starscream just looked over at Jazz and smiled. The third little seekerling was placed in the special sparkling berth, but then ratchet realized that Prowl was having trouble with the last one, or at least what he thought was the last one, and so Ratchet set up for a C-section, not expecting what he was going to find.
As Ratchet removed all the abdominal armor, he could look down to see that there was not just one sparkling left, there were two. Somehow Ratchet's equipment had failed to find this fifth sparkling. But like it or not, Ratchet had to get the two little sparklings out of there. The first one he got out was a sparkling that looked like a racer. Jazz was surprised, as was Starscream, but both were glad that the little black, gold, and purple mech racer was healthy. Jazz, the first to comeback from his stupor, named the little one Lowrider. And even though Lowrider was a racer, he had definitely inherited screamers vocals, as the little one screamed and screamed, after, of course, sending birth fluid everywhere, including Jazz's and Starscream's faceplate. While it seemed like this little one had Starscream's vocal processors, this one had some of Jazz's personality.
Then , the surprise came, a small red, blue, and white biker mech, the runt of the group. Ratchet, Jazz, and Starscream were so startled, that Prowl, though tired and in pain, had to name the little surprise and named him Openroad. The others were shocked, but ratchet realized that this little one had inherited Prowl's quiet personality, as the little one did not scream. Ratchet, thinking the little one was not online, poked and prodded until the little one kicked him in the chest. Yep thought Ratchet definitely Prowl and Screamer's brat.
And with that, Ratchet left the little family alone, so that they could enjoy their brood. Ratchet smiled as it had been years since he had helped spark sparklings. And when ratchet was alone, he smiled, as for now, as was well, but soon, too soon, not only would the sparklings be in grave danger, the Autobots would find out what had happened to Sentinel.