WARNING! This contains robot 'sex', their version of it anyway. And robot, rape.
Megatron had Starscream pinned to the ground, "You lost her?"
The science officer struggled under his leader's grip, but Megatron held tight keeping Starscream's arms above his head. "You were the last one with her," Starscream didn't know why he always pushed Megatron's buttons. He just couldn't help himself. "You lost her." Pride maybe, it was always his greatest weakness.
"I will rip your processors out with my bare hands," Megatron hissed.
Starscream laughed, "You keep saying you will, but you never do."
"She satisfied my desires." Megatron forced Starscream's chest plate open, "I guess you will have to take her place." He then got to work attaching himself to Starscream's circuits. The connections hurt Starscream, but Megatron seemed to be enjoying it. Either he was actually getting surges of pleasure or he liked the pain. "Open your spark chamber," Megatron growled.
"I don't know if you know this," Starscream grunted, "but I'm not getting any pleasure so my spark won't come forward. We won't be able to touch sparks."
"Open it," Megatron drew out the command in a low rumble. The longer they stayed attached the more the pain intensified and Starscream just wanted it to end, so he opened his chamber. He watched as Megatron's opened to reveal the spiked tentacles that acted as an extra barrier. They uncoiled and the glow of Megatron's spark flared.
"If you want to survive this," Megatron warned, "don't move."
Energon rushed through Starscream's body as Megatron pressed their open chest cavities together. He screamed as he felt the tentacles reach into his spark chamber and pull his spark forward to touch Megatron's.
Usually touching sparks was a euphoric experience, but Megatron's spark felt wrong and Starscream only felt an immeasurable amount of pain. His screams echoed throughout the chamber as the nanokliks seemed to take cycles.
Megatron's body shuttered in pleasure above him as nanoklik by nanoklik the pain intensified for Starscream. His optics began to flicker as his life force started to pull away and he longed for the release, but Megatron let his spark go, then he roughly pulled their connections apart.
Smoke rose up out of Starscream's chest and he was sure that some of his circuits were damaged. The worst part was that their doctor died in the crash and Opal was no longer with them to help fix any damage. So Starscream was going to have to figure out how to repair them himself.
Megatron stood, "Get out."
It took a few nanokliks before Starscream could get his body functioning again. The pain had surged through all of his circuits and his spark fluttered seemingly unable to settle back into the chamber. Somehow he managed to stumble out of the room and into the waiting arms of his Seeker brothers. They supported him as they guided him down the corridor to the infirmary.
They placed him on the exam table and Thundercracker leaned in over his general, "Why do you insist on antagonizing him so?"
Skywarp looked down at Starscream's still open chest cavity, "He really did a number on you."
"He forced our sparks to touch," Starscream whimpered. "I didn't know he could do that."
"We'll have to make sure that the others know," Skywarp placed his hand on Starscream's spark chamber. "Your spark is unstable."
Starscream grabbed Skywarp's arm, "I will kill him one day. Then we will truly be free."
"Why did we throw in with him again?" Thundercracker asked tartly.
"Because he made us such wonderful promises," Skywarp answered. "And he was able to organize the resistance better than anyone."
"With pretty speeches," Starscream snapped. "I would have made a better leader. If only everyone would have followed me instead. I'm smarter than he is, he's just more ruthless."
"He killed Sentinal Prime," Skywarp needlessly reminded them. The resistance was scattered and leaderless. They rallied against the council and Prime demanding their fair share. Megatron was not the first to use violence, but he was the first to kill a Prime. He united the resistance and turned the violent uprising into an all-out war.
"We will follow you, brother," Thundercracker nodded. "It was you who got us out of Altihex and into Nova Cronum. We were doing so much more than our station permitted us to. And you were rising through the ranks of the top scientists, proving that all bots were capable of greatness regardless of what plant our protoforms emerged from."
"That may be so," Skywarp retorted, "but that didn't stop The Prime and the council from putting us back in our place."
"It was a start," Thundercracker argued. "It got the attention of some high ranking officials. They became sympathetic to our cause."
"The privileged bots from Iacon would never permit lowly bots like us to gain any status," Starscream sat up. His spark finally settled and he was able to regain control over his body again. "We're with Megatron because he promised to knock them off the platforms they placed themselves on. All I tried to do was have them listen. I was a fool back then. I know now that force is needed, not just words." He got down off the table, "I will overthrow the tyrant we've shackled ourselves to and take our fight where it belongs. I will overthrow the Prime and melt down the council. There will be equality for all bots and I don't care who I have to kill to get it."
…..
Soundwave sat repairing Frenzy while Rumble sat with his other Sub-bot brothers and watched. Soundwave was able to save Frenzy's spark before it fizzled and now he worked to repair the damage done in the battle before it was too late.
"Why do you waste your time with that?" Mixmaster looked down at the little body in Soundwave's arms. "He's just a Sub-bot. Not worth it."
Soundwave ignored the Combineder and continued to work.
Frenzy's spark rested in a special chamber inside Soundwave. He had created the five Sub-bots with Rumble and Frenzy being his greatest achievements. Most Cybertronians start out as protoforms getting their infant sparks form Vector Sigma. But Soundwave was a rare bot with the ability to create a spark and house them in a special compartment within his chasse. The stigma behind what he was had some like him snuff out the light, but not him. He built his cassettes so that the sparks that formed inside him could have a chance at life.
There was a process in creating a spark, he never planned it, and he couldn't do it all on his own. He needed another to touch sparks with him, and then on some occasions a spark would appear in his compartment. However, the sparks that were created were considered inferior and were not viewed as children of Primus. Sub-bots were limited by law to be creatures, but Soundwave decided that his last two would be greater. He wanted all other Cybertronians to know that they were no different.
He faced a great deal of criticism for creating Rumble and Frenzy. "Sub-bots were not smart enough to handle higher functions. They are best suited to be creatures," he would be told. But he knew better. All five of his creations were smart.
He had no control over what he was, but society looked down on him anyway for being different. "Unnatural," they would call him. Only Primus can create sparks. What Soundwave was able to create was not a true spark according to them, but he knew deep down that was not true.
He was ordered to destroy Rumble and Frenzy by the council. That was when the communications expert joined the resistance and pledged a loyalty to Megatron.
Even though Megatron permitted the Sub-bots, he was no different than any other bot. He looked down on Soundwave's creations as inferior and expendable. The only bot to treat his creations as equals was Opal. She would tell them that they were as much children of Primus as any of them and she found the fluke in Soundwave's design fascinating. She said that he was special and that he should never stop giving his sparks life and even taught him how to find good connections so that he could continue to touch sparks.
He finished the repairs to the little bot's body and placed him gently on the floor. Reaching into his own chassis, Soundwave pulled out Frenzy's spark. He had to move quickly. A spark cannot survive outside of a body for long and he had lost a few sparks in the past to exposure. He quickly closed the spark chamber, locking the fluttering spark within.
All he could do was wait and see if it would settle back into the body as he felt it pulse through the chamber door. "Come on, Frenzy," Rumble whispered leaning in close. Laserbeak, Buzzsaw and Ravage also moved in close.
Frenzy's optic band flickered, but did not say lit. His spark was still fluttering frantically in the chamber. The shock of the procedure could still extinguish the light. Soundwave waited, unmoving with his hand covering Frenzy's spark chamber. After what seemed like cycles the little spark settled and Frenzy's optic band lit up.
His head turned so that he was looking up at Soundwave, "I can't move."
"Time is needed," Soundwave's monotone voice replied. He cradled Frenzy and elevated his head so that he could drink some energon. "Drink. Regain strength." Frenzy drank the glowing purple liquid that fuelled their bodies.
"What a waste," Mixmaster sneered. "We need to ration our energon. Your little freaks shouldn't be getting any at all."
"Hey," Rumble snapped at the chemist. "Frenzy's the one that saved your miserable spark."
"As it should be," Mixmaster retorted. "I'm more important."
"Out," Soundwave warned Mixmaster.
"You care too much for those abominations," Mixmaster turned to go. "But I guess you really have no choice. An uncharismatic bot like you has to create his friends. Freak."
Ravage hissed at Mixmaster, but otherwise stayed put. Soundwave's hand came up and rested on his creation's head. "Settle," he soothed. "Mixmaster's opinion, irrelevant." He turned to look at the retreating Combineder.
Once he was no longer in view, Soundwave returned his attention to Frenzy, "Can you transform?"
Frenzy finished the energon and nodded, "I think so."
Soundwave sat Frenzy on the ground and stood. He pressed the button on his right shoulder, "Return," he commanded. The five Sub-bots transformed and flew into Soundwave's chest cavity and slid down to be stored deep within the larger bot's chassis.
…..
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe stood looking at images of Earth cars on Teletran's monitor. "I like this one," Sunstreaker smiled. "It's sleek and sexy like me."
"Oh, deer brother, you know I'm better suited for such beauty," Sideswipe jested.
They were looking at images of a top of the line Lamborghini and Wheeljack stood back, waiting for the brothers to decide who would get to have the car. Of course they could not have the same one that was completely out of the question.
After a few kliks Wheeljack had enough and pushed past them to get at the control panel. He brought up two variations of the same car, "There. Now you both can have the same car with a slight twist on them."
The two brothers looked up at the monitor. "I want the one on the left," Sunstreaker announced.
"Good, I like the one on the right," Sideswipe retorted.
"Then it's settled?" Wheeljack felt like he was talking to two protoforms, and not two seasoned warriors.
"Yes," the brothers said in unison.
"I'm first," Sunstreaker ran for the chamber and stepped in. "Make sure I'm a magnificent sunbeam yellow, Wheeljack, and not that prime yellow."
"Rust-orange it is," Wheeljack teased as he closed the camber sealing Sunstreaker in.
Sunstreaker pounded on the clear camber door, "Don't you dare."
Sideswipe burst out laughing.
….
Tracks stood in front of a mirror admiring his new body. He would transform to admire his car form, flicking his wings out, then he would transform back into his bot form. He turned and studied how the new design fit him and decided that he really liked it.
"Not bad," Jazz observed entering the room. He lifted his arms and turned so Tracks could get a full view, "What do you think?"
Track's gaze drifted up and down Jazz's chassis, "I guess it will have to do."
Jazz placed his hands on his hips, "The humans will find the car form to be very appealing. I chose an expensive one and modified it for racing."
"You were an amazing racer, before the war," Tracks admitted. "I remember going to the tracks to watch the races back when I was still a protoform. I wanted to be a racer, but the bot that was caring for me said that it was below my station."
"You came out of the plant in Iacon?" Jazz asked.
Tracks nodded, "I was being prepped to be a council member."
Jazz laughed, "I wonder what they would have to say about you connecting with over half the bots here."
"You can remove yourself from that list of bots," Tracks turned.
"Oh come on," Jazz walked up and placed a hand on Track's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
Tracks couldn't stay mad at the older bot. "I chose the name Tracks, because of my love for racing," Tracks admitted. "I chose my form after the war had started, so I was limited even more on what I could choose. I had to be a soldier."
"You chose a nice form," Jazz leaned in. "Your circuits are nice too."
Tracks turned to face him, "Too bad we can only find one good connection."
"Our circuits are too different," Jazz sighed.
"Maybe Opal can help," Tracks suggested. "I've been thinking about going to see her so she can teach me."
"Why don't we go now?" Jazz smiled.
They headed to the infirmary to find Opal and found her there going over some oil samples. She looked up when they entered.
"I like the new look," she smiled taking the two Autobots in.
"I was wondering," Tracks got right to the point, "if you could teach me how to find good connections."
"Oh," Opal walked over to him. "Open your chest plate." Tracks complied and Opal examined him, "You come from Iacon."
"Yes," Tracks nodded.
"Your circuits are beautiful," Opal placed her hand over them. "They keep the plants in Iacon in pristine condition." She turned to Jazz, "Are you here to connect with him?"
Jazz placed his hand behind his head, "It would be nice. All we've managed on our own is one."
Opal tilted her head, "Let me see your circuits." Jazz opened his chest cavity and she nodded her head, "You are from Kalis. That would explain it." She pulled Jazz over and had him sit then walked over and locked the door. She then coaxed Tracks over to straddle Jazz's lap. "The reason you are having a hard time finding a good connection is because your circuit configurations are too different."
"So… that's it?" Tracks asked. "We're too different to be able to connect?"
"I did not say that," Opal corrected. "I just said that it would be difficult." She reached into Jazz's chest and pulled on a connector. "This should work," She attached it to a low one on Tracks and they both gasped.
"That's a good one," Jazz moaned as he pulled Tracks a little closer to ease the strain on the cord.
She pulled one from Tracks and he looked over in panic, "That one never has good results." She smiled and connected it to a high one on Jazz. "Oh," Tracks said softly.
"Have you ever touched sparks?" she asked as she examined their connectors closer.
"No," they said in unison.
"Even though I was a successful racer, I never had enough to go to the spa, before your kind disappeared," Jazz informed her. "Anytime I tried after that was never successful."
"Four was the best I ever got," Tracks admitted.
Opal pulled out another connector from Tracks, "Well then, let's see if we can change that." She connected the third circuit and both Tracks and Jazz moaned. The first two were intensifying with each passing nanoklik and the addition of the third had Tracks' spark fluttering in anticipation. "Just two more," Opal whispered as she looked their connectors over. She contemplated them for a moment, "You're going to need some help." She stood and walked over to rummage through some parts.
"If touching sparks is better than this, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it," Jazz grunted instinctively pulling Tracks closer.
"Two males tend to need more help," Opal explained kneeling down next to them. "Especially if they are from vastly different plants like the two of you are. So some things have to be forced." She grabbed a cord from Jazz and attached converter plug then pulled a cord from Tracks and attached them.
A brief surge of pain that quickly ebbed into intense pleasure coursed through the connection. The fifth connection required a converter cord that she nimbly connected to the two of them. Five connections was the minimum to manage a spark touch.
"Get close," Opal directed and they pressed their open chest cavities together. "Okay. Now open your spark chambers and stay together."
Jazz grabbed hold of Tracks and maneuvered them so that Tracks was lying on his back with Jazz on top, supporting his weight with is hands on either side of Tracks' head. Jazz touched his forehead to Tracks' while their chambers slid open.
Touching sparks was greater than the stories made it out to be. Euphoric was a vast understatement. And Tracks was glad that it was with Jazz that he got to experience it for the first time. He had admired the former racer and would watch him race every chance he got. In fact, he took the position on the Ark just so he could be closer to him and they couldn't get any closer than touching sparks.
The pulsations of pleasure that surged through him got faster and more intense with each passing nanoklik. The energon was rushing through his body and it was almost too much to handle. One last burst of pleasure then it ended and their sparks pulled back into their chambers.
Tracks felt strange after the experience, his body was almost numb. Jazz lifted his visor, a rare sight to see, and looked down at how they were connected, "I have to remember this."
"You keep the converters for next time," Tracks smiled. "If you're the only one I touch sparks with, I'll be happy."
Opal looked down at Tracks, "You connect with others?"
Jazz got to work disconnecting them while Tracks struggled to keep optic contact with Opal, "Well… I… uh."
Jazz got up, "It just kind of happened, the kid kind of got designated as the go to for connecting on the ship."
Opal prevented Tracks from sitting up and inspected his circuits again, sliding open more sections of his chassis. "Oh," she gasped then got up and opened the door. She grabbed Jazz and forced him out then closed the door on the confused bot.
"I've heard of your kind, but you are only the second one I ever met," Opal said to Tracks. "Apparently you guys started to appear after my kind went into hiding. Primus has a sense of humor it seems."
"What?"
"You're like me," she said.
Tracks got up and looked down at her in confusion, "I'm a true female?"
"You are a Creator."
"What?"
"True female is a term you bots came up with after the other females started changing themselves to fight the war. Your spark has the ability to create sparks when it comes into contact with other sparks, but not every time," she explained. "I've only met one other. I couldn't teach him anything because he sided with the Decepticons and I couldn't risk Megatron knowing."
"I create sparks for Sub-bots?" he groaned. "Primus! I'm like that freak Soundwave."
She sighed, "That is a sad consequence of ignorance. Soundwave is not a freak," she insisted. "All sparks are created by Creators, like me, you, and Soundwave. But the females had knowledge and access to Vector Sigma. You male Creators don't, and you guys can transform. It must be because you have more room in your chassis." She sighed, "With females we can only do one or the other. We lost a lot of Creators when they decided to change themselves for the war. The rest of us went into hiding."
"Creators?" Tracks was confused. "What in the name of Primus are you talking about?"
"We were the ones who filled Vector Sigma with sparks that were then placed into protoforms once they were ready. Your kind didn't exist when we were around," she crossed her arms over her chest. "Soundwave told me that he was still a protoform when we went into hiding. Have you ever seen a female like me?
"No," Tracks shook his head. "I emerged from the plant during the resistance, after your kind vanished."
She walked over to Tracks and pointed to a small chamber in his lower abdomen, "Haven't you ever wondered what this was for?"
"I could never open it," he shrugged.
"I'll show you," she grabbed his hand and guided him to open the chamber. A small spark flitted inside. She smiled up at him, "We always create one on our first spark touch. The chamber can hold up to five then you will have to either build bots to put them in or give them to Vector Sigma."
"I need to sit down," Tracks breathed.